It is said that music is the highest form of art. Music touches all souls, even the hardened spirits. Every one of all ages and has a defining song, which evokes emotions. In times of happiness, we rejoice with music. In times of sadness, we seek solace from music. Where would we be without music?
Differing taste in music is another interesting subject. Basically, it is very much okay to say; ‘I like the Bee Gees, George Michael or even Rick Ashley’. We may cringe upon discovering someone’s musical taste, but cringing is taken light heartedly. It is s hilarious to discover that your partner’s, all time favourite song is Waterloo by Abba! Personally, I loved the Bee Gees. Their songs always managed to uplift my spirit and make me want to boogey.
One of the first twenty first century icons has passed away. The world mourns. Michael Jackson touched everyone’s lives, from young children, grandparents, every day Joe Blogg, house wives, executives etc. You cannot spot a MJ fan in the street.
Most people have grown up with some sort of influence from Michael Jackson. Everyone has a defining MJ sound track which had marked a part of our life. I grew up in the 80s, arguably the best musical period in pop history. Thriller and Billy Jean marked my life. The Earth Song video made me cry and still brings me to tears every time I see it.
We had tickets for the ‘This is it’ tour. It was to be my daughter’s birthday present.
She will be only twelve years old but had grown to love MJ through dancing and had memorised some of his songs. We have watched all his videos and shared special moments singing and dancing along. We still can’t believe he is gone
Today, I played Caruso by Pavarotti & Dalla on You tube. I play this song in times of silence. This song (only this compilation by Pavarotti & Dalla) speaks to my silent soul, carrying me to a state of total serenity. It’s also ironic to say that I play this song in times of great achievement or event. There were days in my apartment in Barcelona when I would set this song in constant auto-replay. There were days when the song was played more than 20 times consecutively. My poor neighbours.
One does not have to understand Italian to appreciate the perfection of musical lyrics and instrumentals, though understanding the lyrics would add much depth. For years I had attempted to understand the lyrics. Plucking a few words here or there and had understood the song to be a history of departure from Italy to America during the mass migration during the 1890s. One premise was, a son saying goodbye to his mother. Obviously I mis-took mare for a deviation of mother! The actual translation is sea. Jeez, I had always managed to communicate in Italian with clients on the trade fair grounds with a concoction of Spanglishfied Italian, but got the lyrics of this song pretty wrong. Today, I googled for the Italian and English translation. I am not sure how accurate the translation is but reading in English dilutes the intensity and passion of the song somewhat. The story line is about going to America, but no mama in sight. The ending is so sad: he never made it to the land of promise. I will not even attempt to sing-a-long in Italian, as this would be an act of sacrilege.
Differing taste in music is another interesting subject. Basically, it is very much okay to say; ‘I like the Bee Gees, George Michael or even Rick Ashley’. We may cringe upon discovering someone’s musical taste, but cringing is taken light heartedly. It is s hilarious to discover that your partner’s, all time favourite song is Waterloo by Abba! Personally, I loved the Bee Gees. Their songs always managed to uplift my spirit and make me want to boogey.
One of the first twenty first century icons has passed away. The world mourns. Michael Jackson touched everyone’s lives, from young children, grandparents, every day Joe Blogg, house wives, executives etc. You cannot spot a MJ fan in the street.
Most people have grown up with some sort of influence from Michael Jackson. Everyone has a defining MJ sound track which had marked a part of our life. I grew up in the 80s, arguably the best musical period in pop history. Thriller and Billy Jean marked my life. The Earth Song video made me cry and still brings me to tears every time I see it.
We had tickets for the ‘This is it’ tour. It was to be my daughter’s birthday present.
She will be only twelve years old but had grown to love MJ through dancing and had memorised some of his songs. We have watched all his videos and shared special moments singing and dancing along. We still can’t believe he is gone
Today, I played Caruso by Pavarotti & Dalla on You tube. I play this song in times of silence. This song (only this compilation by Pavarotti & Dalla) speaks to my silent soul, carrying me to a state of total serenity. It’s also ironic to say that I play this song in times of great achievement or event. There were days in my apartment in Barcelona when I would set this song in constant auto-replay. There were days when the song was played more than 20 times consecutively. My poor neighbours.
One does not have to understand Italian to appreciate the perfection of musical lyrics and instrumentals, though understanding the lyrics would add much depth. For years I had attempted to understand the lyrics. Plucking a few words here or there and had understood the song to be a history of departure from Italy to America during the mass migration during the 1890s. One premise was, a son saying goodbye to his mother. Obviously I mis-took mare for a deviation of mother! The actual translation is sea. Jeez, I had always managed to communicate in Italian with clients on the trade fair grounds with a concoction of Spanglishfied Italian, but got the lyrics of this song pretty wrong. Today, I googled for the Italian and English translation. I am not sure how accurate the translation is but reading in English dilutes the intensity and passion of the song somewhat. The story line is about going to America, but no mama in sight. The ending is so sad: he never made it to the land of promise. I will not even attempt to sing-a-long in Italian, as this would be an act of sacrilege.
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