Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Another Grey Morning in Maine

With so many bummer categories and incidents of human stupidity fighting for my attention, I just could not choose a single one to get pissed about this morning.  I decided I would not get pissed.  Instead I ripped and burned some music from my daughters old computer which I am using while my steroid infused electronic personal assistant is in rehab. 

My daughter used this computer during her Grad school days at UNC.   Once out of UNC, she delegated it to the parental warehouse here in Acton.  Her laptop and Ipod became her conduit to the World.  So I sit here occasionally looking out into the grey morning and listen to music I am not familar with.  I gave up trying to weed through the music for music I might like.  I just picked something, ripped it, burned it, and put off any decision regarding quality for a later date.   I have always operated on the idea that there is no such thing as bad music.  Music is either music I like or music I don't.  And even if I don't like it, I respect it enough to include it in my collection.  I never know when the urge to listen to Tammy Wynette or maybe Guy Lombardo might swing by.

Right now I am listening to Incubus.  Specifically the album "Morning View".  Very nice.  Seems to fit the greyness that has enveloped Acton, Maine this day.  But then a grey morning is always a good music day.  The right tune can make the grey go away or turn it black.  All depends what one might be looking for. 

Bright sunny days on the other hand place more specific demands on the music I pick.  I have to be in a very shitty mood to punch up Morrisey or some of his Life sucks musical brethren on a bright sunny day.  My favorite bright sunny tune ever is Delibes' ballet, "Sylvia".  Unfortuinately I do not have it on disc.  All I have are the memories of what the overture did to the hairs on my neck, to the guts inside me, to the energy source that makes me me.  It has been at least a couple of years since I placed it on the old turntable and played it.  I will have to score a good orchestral rendition on CD.

So this is my day so far.  Sitting here tuned in to music I do not know and trying to put off facing the rest of the day.  To that end, I have searched out the Overture on the Internet.  Once more, Good can still be found out there when one takes the time to look for it.


And then this..................


Demeur said...

Ah yes here we sit watching hair get grayer and the joints getting stiffer as life goes on.
My favorite these days is jazz but the last local jazz station has turned into some techno junk. So I sit here in silence looking at the same gray skies and can only take some pleasure in the fact that what falls from the sky won't be snow. We like our rain here because you don't have to shovel it.

Tom Harper said...

YouTube can be a gold mine for whatever kind of music you're looking for. I don't use it very often, but once in awhile I'll search for a particular song or group. Then I play another song by the same group, or find a bunch of other songs by similar groups. And the next thing I know, I've been sitting at the keyboard for two hours just listening to tunes.

BBC said...

I don't listen to a lot of music and I'm picky about what I do listen too, so I didn't listen to the stuff you posted. :-)


I don't listen to any music later than 1979

Randal Graves said...

Delibes, for whatever reason, was a dude whose stuff I just never got around to checking out all that much. I'll have to rectify that.

MRMacrum said...

Demeur - Figures you are into Jazz. Jazz is subversive. It will be one of the first things banned when the tide turns.

Tom Harper - YouTube is but a tool of the Right to distract you from noticing their efforts to dismantle the Bill of Rights.

BBC - And I didn't read your comment either - ;)

YELLOWDOG GRANNY - Please don't tell me you stopped with Disco.

Randal - I am not into ballet as such. But during a forced school trip to one in grade school, I was turned onto "Sylvia". Been a favorite of mine for around 50 years.