Well, if you can call it “music.” It’s my music.
First bitlet: Yesterday’s entry reviewed the Daughtry album, Leave This Town
At about two o’clock in the morning on the 15th, I awoke from a dream in which someone was kidnapping Chris Daughtry, only he either escaped or convinced the kidnapper to leave him somewhere on the highway. He then walked to a diner where he was going to get help.
I awoke amazed by the brilliance of this man, evading his captor and going to get help, so calm, and began creating a story around the whole thing, wondering about the legitimacy of writing fanfic about someone who’s real, then changing details of who he was… And then I realized it was a pretty dumb story overall and let it go.
Later I thought, wouldn’t it be funny if that wasn’t entirely a dream? Because I’d listened to two hours of Daughtry the day before, maybe two of the household guardian angels were sitting around, nursing headaches, saying, “You know, I wish someone would take that album and toss it out on the highway.”
(Which, for the record, is what my stepfather did with my “Thriller” album when my stepbrother took it with him on vacation and played it constantly for five days. I never heard it again. No big loss.)
That notion was far funnier than anything in the actual dream (and, for the record, made more sense) and I got a good laugh out of it.
Second bitlet: My brother gave me a generous iTunes giftcard, and then said, “Although I know your music. I should just have set the money on fire.” The result is that I’ve taken a perverse pleasure in buying music I know he’d hate.
For example: I picked up Roxette’s “The Look” (the single.) Where did I first hear it? By borrowing “Look Sharp” from my brother’s music collection. Yes, my brother is making fun of music that he originally owned. Granted, he was 14 years old at the time, and he’s grown up, but I haven’t.
Here are some of the insightful lyrics of “The Look.”
Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
She’s a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
She’s got the look
There I am, driving about ten miles to the grocery store, singing along to the lyrics, when I felt that distinct “??” pop into my thoughts.
I replied, “No, I don’t know what those lyrics mean either.”
A moment later, Roxette sings this particular gem:
And she goes, na-na-na-na-nah
na-na-na-na-na-nah
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nah
I thought, “That I do understand.”
Ask our household angels and they’ll tell you, Perfect pitch is a curse. All the more reason to be grateful that they left the heavenly choirs for eighty years or thereabouts to endure our music here on Earth. Or what passes for it.
oh my gosh – i adore “The Look” by Roxette! my husband and i loved that song when we were dating and he bought the single for me when we got married (yes, we were very young when we got married and extremely broke – but it meant the world to me). what a fun song, especially when someone you love is singing it to you! 🙂
Then please help me out: what does it mean? :-0
Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
She’s a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
She’s got the look
“Walking tough, acting tough. She’s a typical teen, trying to pretend she’s a cool cat, and she keeps up the pretense no matter what. Sexy like water droplets on fresh lipstick. She’s got the look.
Now that I’ve said that, try and forget it. 80’s music usually sounds better when you [i]don’t[/i] know the words.
i’m not sure there’s a definitive meaning to the lyrics – it was just fun to dance to and when loren would look at me and sing “she’s got the look” it just made me feel like i was everything to him. as i said, we were young, but i liked a lot of their music (“it must have been love” and “listen to your heart” also come to mind). 🙂
I didn’t think any music lyrics back in the 80’s needed to have any meaning unless you were Don Henley or Billy Joel and his lyrics were more meaningful back in the 70’s.
The Look was definitely one of the one’s I picked out of Itunes.
Howard Jones was another rediscovery for me. Mr. Mister…..
I was basically replacing all my cassettes. 🙂
back when iTunes first came out,my Patient Husband very patiently went through our tapes and CD and ripped everything worthwhile to iTunes. He left a lot of my stuff to rot, though, because it wasn’t worthwhile. That’s the stuff I’m buying now. 😉
Brings me back to the day when I played one particular song so frequently, my mother wanted to rip out the cassette, eviscerate it and set it on fire. In retrospect, I can’t really blame her.
The song: “Hocus Pocus” by Focus.
Maybe angels can selectively turn off their perfect pitch to make things more bearable? 😉
For their sake, I hope so. If only because of my pathetic attempts to play the violin.
There was music in the eighties?
One of the things that happened when the sixties ended and the communes broke us was that you lost all your good music. Someone else always thought it belonged to them. I lost all my SImon and Garfunkel LPs. All I came away with was a vinyl 45 of Spirit in the Sky.
Lately I’ve been trying to get CD versions of those old albums. Recently got Pet Sounds. I did get an iPod Nano for Christmas, but it refuses to talk to my Macintosh. It claims that my system is too old. I hope it just means the Mac system, because that can be upgraded. Mine can’t.
There was music in the eighties? How did I miss that?
Far be it from me to speak for my guardian angel, but I would guess that if I turned over the keyboard to him, he would agree with you that he too is shocked to learn we considered that stuff to be music.
🙂
{He has the same sarcastic streak I do, in case you were wondering. Either that or he cultivated it in self-defense after all these years with me.} 🙂
oh people, people – yes! there was music in the 80’s! did you not hear of cyndi lauper, reo speedwagon, abba, the go go’s, simple minds, human league, toto, patti smyth, lionel richie, richard marx (swoon), billy joel, elton john, asia, (the first offerings of) madonna, styx – and so many others? lol – i know, one person’s music, another person’s personal agony. right now i go back and forth between the uplifting, ironic Newsboys and the angst ridden nickelback and hinder. probably a lot of people wouldn’t consider those “musical” either.
See, I agree with you, but my much-tortured guardian angel was probably longing for the concert halls of Heaven while I was in my “consume as much music as possible” phase. 🙂 And yes, that was in the mid-late 80s.
Ah, Abba! One of the foundations of Australian popular music. They are still showing the movie in Sydney. Bunches of kids stlll go and sing along with movements in the theatre. I’ll grant you that was music from the 80s.
My kids, when they went digital, left me their old stereo systems. One has a 3 CD player. It’s currently loaded with Bill Haley, Buddy Holly and Ricky Nelson. Now that’s music!
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