What are you listening to?

caballero reyes said:
Hi, Goyacobol, you put in a single reply the smiley faces that I was supposed to have shown in some replies to illustrate / reinforce my ideas.
Very funny, Thank you.

It was definitely the way I was feeling after seeing and listening to that video. Great find caballero reyes! Thank you.
 
Kids seem to like this guy a lot.
I've listened to him and he`s not bad but he seems to be like a pied piper there`s just
something about him, I don`t know what though.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdzBjEzTGPc
 
I recently discovered this group, which was only together for less than a year, called Blind Faith. Seasoned folks among you will note that this group featured Eric Clapton on guitar, Ginger Baker on drums and Stevie Winwood on keys and vocals. They had a bassist too but I cannae remember him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjuxK0VpIsQ The song is called "Had To Cry Today"

This is really good old school groove music, and the soaring vocals really work well here.

Since finding Sott and the forum and reading so many books along the way, I have to say that increasingly I am completely turned off by the artistic products of contemporary culture. Modern music sounds really safe and conformist, so narrow in its scope that it just feels stultified and airless to me.

Everything has this forumlaic feel to it, even the off the mainstream stuff still feels like the same risks weren't being taken, and the musicianship even seemed lacklustre compared to what previous generations enjoyed.

The artist Paul Weller said that in the age of phones, computers, videogames etc. it was splintering the range of attentions that previously would have gravitated purely towards music, because back in the sixties and seventies there was nothing else that could touch it for cultural impact.

I can't help but feel that artistically we have lost our way in this ponerised world. Pierre was right in those articles he wrote, it's just one of many symptoms of degradation and decline seen all across our social and political landscape.

Such slumps have happened before but how exciting it would be to be part of a renaissance in the arts, to put some savoir-faire into some great future works? Ahhhh, I can dream. At least it gives me a decent hobby. ;)

Blind faith aren't cool, but they rock very well.
 
Another cool band I've gotten back into recently is the English group Free. They were on the same record label as Bob Marley, the very cool indeed Island records.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=octDfqkcBIU This song is a blues thunder called Heartbreaker.

I like grim serious sounding music that still has grit and funk about it. The singer with this group Paul Rodgers is a bit of a genius, a truly great vocalist. Free kinda specialised in moody songs about emotional vulnerability whilst also strutting and being strident, as was the way in the late 60's rock world. But whilst loads of bands from that era can sound quaint, Free songs haven't been played to death so they still sound appealing and fresh.

I've been finding music very therapeutic of late, it can really be cathartic at times.
 
Meg said:
Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons' by the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra with Anne-Sophie Mutter on violin (47 minutes.)

After 300 years it still stirs the soul :)
 
The Two Trees by Loreena Mckennitt is one of my all time favourites. It's based on a poem by William Butler Yeats and it's a reminder not to gaze too long into the bitter glass.


BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
 
Beorn said:
The Two Trees by Loreena Mckennitt is one of my all time favourites. It's based on a poem by William Butler Yeats and it's a reminder not to gaze too long into the bitter glass.


BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

Lovely song Beorn! Another lovely one from her:

 

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