In the tail end of the 15th Century Glen Marshall tagged me in a music meme. The idea is to talk about some of the moments where music has entirely captured you rather than just talking about stuff you like or listen to a lot.
I would die for music, and i feel like i might die without it - though i'm entirely without musical ability - which is why i'm surprised at how difficult i've found this exercise. Is it fair for me to say i don't think my parents have particularly good or broad taste in music? Well, either way, i've said it now. The stuff i remember being played around the house as a kid was worship stuff, Cliff Richard, Tina Turner's Private Dancer album (!! thanks for this, mum), Genesis' Invisible Touch album, The Hollies and Paul Simon's Graceland album (a much more sincere thanks for this!), there was Peter and The Wolf too. Dad played a lot of Country, but talked a lot about reggae. What i recall is (though i may be mistaken) that most of my exposure to music came from outside the home, and even then lots and lots of it was 'Christian music'. Most of which i don't count by virtue of how much it feels, and felt, like a pseudo-sanitised substitute, in the same way Canderel is.
The first live music i saw that wasn't Christian was one of my favourite groups, Jamiroquai, on the Synkronized tour at the NEC in June 99.I was nearly 20. I distinctly remember saying something out loud in disbelief at what was happening to me in the introduction to Soul Education.
A second Jamiroquai moment was on Monday 18th April 2005. In the January my grandad had died and upon returning home from his funeral i found out a friend had taken his own life, which also obviously had an enormous impact on my group of friends. I was training for the London Marathon at this point and even though running had become the most pointless of things in light of these events, the charity i was supporting was worthy of me running while suspending grief. Race day had brought a sense of closure to the whole thing and i felt freed to grieve. Travelling back up to Wakey on the Monday morning Jo Wiley had the first play of the first single, Feels Just Like It Should, from the new Jamiroquai album, Dynamite. It started just as i'd parked at a service station and i remember asking the question 'What the hell is going on with THIS?', i remember the sound of my car speakers begging for mercy, and i remember the feeling of a new beginning.
There was enormous joy at finding Free's Alright Now amongst my parent's records just at the time that Wrigley's advert was on telly. I sat at the turntable and played it over and over, loving it and wondering if my parents had been cool at some point.... Raise the parking rate...
Leonard Cohen. Glastonbury 2008. Pyramid stage. Sunset. Hallelujah.
The other of my favourite groups: Blur. Glastonbury 2009. Pyramid stage. Tender being sung back at Blur by an audience who refused to stop.
Dodging a meeting at Spring Harvest 1995 with 4 or 5 friends, was caught up with by a couple of youthworkers on the detached team. One of them had a guitar. He played High And Dry by Radiohead. All the muscles in my face must have appeared to vanish.
This experience warmed me up nicely for hearing Paranoid Android for the first time two years later on the school bus.
Aged 11, best friend Dan on a visit back home to South Wales during a stint living in Paisley, Glasgow. He plays me a song he's discovered - Candi Staton's You Got The Love. Dum Dum Der Dum-Dum. Church music is never the same for me after that.
Glasto 2008 the two of us watch her perform it live. (No Dan, to the best of my knowledge she's still not dead ;o))
Infant school assemblies could be moving, particularly the day we were taught Cum-Bay-Ah and told how it was a slave song.
In 1992 Fu-Schnickens proved once and for all that hip hop was indeed the greatest the moment Chip-Fu started rapping backwards on Movie Scene on the F.U. Don't Take It Personal album. My eyes shot out of my head, i shot out of my seat to try and catch them, then i screamed and laughed for around half an hour solid as we played it again and again.
Bohemian Rhapsody, Roni Size's Brown Paper Bag, Dylan's fury in Hurricane, Arrested Development's friend Mr.Wendal, Stevie Wonder - As, Bob Marley shooting the sheriff.
And the rest.
So, music, it's all love, and so i feel bad for the rest of the moments for bringing these ones to the fore, but here's some particular instances of time, place, music and me converging into a blur.
Thanks for the tag Glen. Sorry 'bout the bad press mum. Love you x
22 February 2010
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13 comments:
First of all I'm really hoping that kiss was just for your mum and not for the two of us to share.
Second on not being musical, I'm reading a book at the moment which argues very convincingly that very few us (if any) are actually unmusical (though it has to be admitted that the author has never heard me trying to play sax). His point is that our ability to appreciate, enjoy and respond to music is phenomenally deeply ingrained and is itself an indication that we are deeply musical. Trouble is we come to believe, for whatever reason, that we aren't musical and this becomes a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy. I think he's right and I'm determined to prove that every time I've said of myself in the past that I'm unmusical I have in fact been acting as false prophet. If I manage to pull it off it will be very satisfying - even if I am then instantly stoned to death.
Sorry, you're right, i know how you prefer kisses of your own rather than sharing them.
Just because you become a muso doesn't mean you have to do drugs Glen.
Glen - at school a physics teacher made the same argument. He said that the proof of it was our ability to recognise speech sounds, as the complex pattern of sounds involved in both listening and speaking used the same requirements as interpreting music or singing.
Having said that, it's also been said to me that anyone who can play a musical instrument to a reasonable standard can also sing, and in my case it doesn't seem to be true (unless I too am suffering from false consciousness).
Andy - totally with you on the parents having very limited & crap taste in music thing. Fortunately playing music was a way in for me.
Tim, one of the reasons I wanted to learn to play was precisely because I'm not a very good singer but still wanted to participate in music-making. I would have thought that to some point at least an inability to sing well must surely in part (you can tell I'm being cautious here can't you?) be down to whether or not your "instrument" is working properly and not just down to your ability to hear in your head the tune you are supposed to be singing.
FYI the book I'm reading is Philip Ball's The Music Instinct.
Glen - you always seemed to sing with great gusto at church - even from the back you could hear that you've got a good set of pipes!
Gusto maybe. Musical precision, melodic beauty? - not so much.
i'm very happy hearing you sing, Glen.
Enjoyed reading this post andy.
Brought back lots of personal memories - first concert: Madness, aged 16. Perfect.
And strange mixture of music that was the backdrop in my childhood - much older brother and sister, one into Northern Soul and always bringing home obscure imports and the other into musicals and pop - so it was South Pacific and Sandie Shaw. Fabulous.
Oh isn't life deliciously good at times!
xx
lovin spoonful ,frank sinatra, byrds, hendrix,cohen, beachboys, beethoven, crosby stills nash,tom petty, james brown, patti smith, nana mouskouri, joan baez, free, beatles,.......no not broad and defn not cool!
Andy, that post was brill, i too have a similar memory of the rents' music playing and i'm glad that it hasn't touched any nerves or anything with mother...
...first song i ever remember really moving me as a result was 'you can call me al', exceptionally cool you'll agree, but in the same memory was the childhood thought that cliff richard was the sacred calling music of father christmas...
Oh Gethin!
You have no idea the length of the apology letter i had to write mum for this post - then you swoop in and do this! You're going to bury us all!
Will you stop linking ME to cliff richards don't you know he was your fathers obsession!!! my list is above and theres more where that came from. Mumford and sons for a start.
Yeah, he met him once; helped him unload his van before a gig...
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