Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
Here’s another one of those that you don’t hear named too often. I stumbled upon it many years ago by serendipity, recommended by the old iTunes Store while I was downloading something I don’t remember by Madeleine Peyroux: another one that I discovered! The song? An endless cover of Elton John that I prefer to the original, included in an album I find absolutely beautiful, to be savored sip by sip.
"A bit too Jazz," said a guy who didn’t know a thing, after listening to the record. But then, over time and with the necessary focused listening, I learned that Jazz isn’t the ugly, complicated, cacophonous, incomprehensible, disharmonic jumble of jarring notes that it might seem. At least not always.
Now - still talking about Women - if you touch the Goddess Joni from the "Mingus Period," she’ll kill you.
Sometimes, in short, things need to be explained. I know that contrary to what happens regarding art in general, in music in particular "explanations" are viewed with suspicion; but music is still a language, with its rules, whether parasyntactic or not. Otherwise, it’s like those who speak maccheronese - even dialectal - disregarding those forced to listen to them, believing themselves to be more intelligent and witty than they actually are. You see many of those around, in parliament for example. Ugh!
Here’s another one of those that you don’t hear named too often. I stumbled upon it many years ago by serendipity, recommended by the old iTunes Store while I was downloading something I don’t remember by Madeleine Peyroux: another one that I discovered! The song? An endless cover of Elton John that I prefer to the original, included in an album I find absolutely beautiful, to be savored sip by sip.
"A bit too Jazz," said a guy who didn’t know a thing, after listening to the record. But then, over time and with the necessary focused listening, I learned that Jazz isn’t the ugly, complicated, cacophonous, incomprehensible, disharmonic jumble of jarring notes that it might seem. At least not always.
Now - still talking about Women - if you touch the Goddess Joni from the "Mingus Period," she’ll kill you.
Sometimes, in short, things need to be explained. I know that contrary to what happens regarding art in general, in music in particular "explanations" are viewed with suspicion; but music is still a language, with its rules, whether parasyntactic or not. Otherwise, it’s like those who speak maccheronese - even dialectal - disregarding those forced to listen to them, believing themselves to be more intelligent and witty than they actually are. You see many of those around, in parliament for example. Ugh!
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