It’s been an uneventful week and I wasn’t entirely sure what topic would make for a good post. Maybe this time I should celebrate the mundane.
The church I where I sing is undergoing extensive renovations. The building will be magnificent when complete, but for the moment we’re celebrating the services in the parish hall. The parish is known for its excellent music. Singing there is the only real reason I’ve got for attending. The sanctuary has pristine acoustics. The parish hall can be euphemistically described as “comfy.” There are no hard surfaces and any sound is swallowed. Construction is delayed a bit and now we’re not likely to be back in the sanctuary until after Easter.
Our director has used this as an opportunity to be creative, selecting anthems that sound lovely sung with a piano or a cappella. The organ isn’t an option so he doesn’t lament. I admit that I’d be prone to griping in similar circumstances. I’m not the director, I don’t have to worry about the music, and I’m fine with both things. Credit it to my Lenten maturity. Ha!
Today I’m thankful for Scottish synth-pop.
I am always hunting for new music. My taste is eclectic and I’ll happily listen to most things once. YouTube suggested a Chvrches video based on what I’d previously viewed. I’ve tended to either highly enjoy or immediately need to skip their songs. There doesn’t seem to be a middle ground.
They have a clean sound. I prefer that to distortion, except in some punk and sludge metal. Their production is crisp and the layering is precise. I appreciate the intricate beats, and the fact that each song is a complete item. They don’t meander to some strange musical future. This particular track has helped get me through a long work week. I was amused by the writer’s description of it as a “middle finger mic-drop.” That probably says more about how I handle stress than I actually care to admit. Listen and enjoy, I hope.
All rights belong to the artists. I do not own this video.
Today I’m thankful for fancy French desserts.
After choir rehearsal most weeks a group goes to a local French restaurant. I can’t often go as I wake ludicrously early for work, and I just get home too late if I go with them. This week I was finally able to join them. The restaurant has an extensive selection of alcohol so most of my fellow singers ask for lager or wine. I don’t consume alcohol but I don’t want to sit and appear bored. I’ve learned that desserts are a workable option. They’re small, relatively inexpensive and can be nursed for as long it takes the rest of our party to finish their wine.
This week the option was chocolate pot de crème. It was wonderful. The custardy bit (I’m not fluent in culinary French so am probably not using the correct terms) was dense and just a little bitter to balance out the cream. It was deliciously rich so the small portion was more than enough. I enjoyed making my mouth happy while spending time with people I like. It was a pleasant evening.
Today I’m thankful for the Angry Metal Guy.
I’ve mentioned being a bit of a metal head. I lean more toward older stuff (RIP, Ronnie D.). I’m a power/prog metal weenie and like some doom and math metal. The NWOTHM is absolutely my thing. I prefer clean vocals. I’m not a fan of black metal. I’m not offended by the antireligious aspect. It’s mostly that the world is already so screwy that I don’t need to be any more nihilistic. I enjoy learning about emerging artists and ludicrously specific subgenres (technical death slam, really?). I’ve listened to this nonstop for the past several days.
The site manages to be informative and occasionally hysterically funny – see the comments on any Jorn Lande post. This beauty is a good example. Sourced via the Angry Metal Guy. I do not own the video or song, and material on the Angry Metal Guy website is protected by copyright.
I think Monster Magnet may be my new favorite band name.
Today I’m thankful for Sarah Vaughan.
I don’t remember how I first heard Sarah Vaughan sing. I was transfixed. Her voice is like silk. On occasion she would forget the lyrics, or be in disagreement with her band, and she never let it get to her. Recordings that include such incidents showcase her fairly wry sense of humor.
She started with Chick Webb’s band. Her broad range and warm voice are what made her stand out from her peers. She performed almost continually for almost 40 years.
I have no rights to the song or video.
Today I’m thankful for gongs.
They have a fascinating history and appear in cultures around the world. Mostly I like them because they produce such a great clashing sound. I’ve always been more partial to brass and percussion instruments. It’s reflected in some of the pet names my family gives me (like “Lights and Noise). Gongs are both percussion and metallic so they’re the best combination of both. My mother made me laugh uproariously when she gifted me a tiny version for my desk. It produces more of a “tink” than a full size one but it still makes me smile.
Today I’m thankful for dancing.
Growing up I was fortunate to be able to try many different sports. I was bad at most of them. My parents encouraged to find one I enjoyed. They hoped skill might follow with enthusiasm. It didn’t.
I am very reserved in public situations. I’ve gotten quieter with age. With that reserve came a reluctance to do any sort of “dancing” where others could see, as I was likely to not be very good at it, and I would feel self conscious. It wasn’t until I was cast in a musical several years ago, in a part that required a great deal of dancing, that I finally stopping giving heed to what others thought. I learned the routines and performed for the sheer joy of the movement. I will never be a born dancer, but I didn’t stand out as incompetent. I was satisfied.
Today I’m thankful for DragonForce.
I’m a bit of a metal head. I love crystalline guitar solos and machine gun drums. I prefer clean vocals but can appreciate growling. It’s usually when I’m pissed (angry, not drunk) or in the middle of a tough workout.
With that, I most enjoy bands that don’t take themselves too seriously. They seem to perform out of sheer enjoyment. DragonForce is technically accomplished. They also are just as likely to include chiptune riffs and sing about ridiculously wizard-y things as they are to write lyrics about ripping off faces. All song rights belong to the artist.
Today I’m thankful for Motown.
I speak only as a listener. In my admittedly biased opinion, music as a whole package doesn’t get much better. The vocal talent was astounding, the arrangements drew from multiple influences and the work ethic was intimidating. I dare you to sit still while listening to I Heard It Through The Grapevine. Not my video or song.
Today I’m thankful for Eric Johnson.
Johnson is a virtuoso guitarist from Texas. He was a child prodigy who managed to gracefully transition to adulthood and professional musicianship. This particular song is truly important to me.
I grew up in a house built in the 1940s. It had iron grates that covered the heating vents. During the winter I would always sit with my back facing one particular grate. My father would come and sit with me and we’d listen to this song. I was 5 or 6. Dad played guitar in a number of bands, which is probably why I had eclectic taste for a primary school student. I still have broad taste but I have always loved this song, and this specific performance of it. All rights belong to the musician.