For a few days I've been trying to find some background Japanese music on YouTube ... and failed. Oh, there are loads of it - but not the kind I was after - something that would make a good backdrop for a leisurely stroll in an ornamental garden (Japanese or not) or some similar situation, the way some Baroque music can. I know it exists (occasionally I hear fragments in this or that TV documentary), but all I could find was at best good for meditatiton, and mostly too soporific even for that.
This task of ordering my thoughts and writing them down is doing me good. It brings me ever closer to a conclusion. (James Robertson: The Testament of Gideon Mack)
Showing posts with label music to my ears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music to my ears. Show all posts
Monday, 7 March 2022
Sunday, 12 April 2020
My fifteen minutes of Twitter fame
I basically never tag anybody on Twitter, even if I talk about them. But the other day a wisecrack alluding to the lyrics of Dreamers occurred to me; when I later tweeted it, on a whim I did tag Neon Waltz, the band responsible. Somehow I felt it might amuse them. And lo and behold, they retweeted it, which resulted in its accumulating 30 likes by midnight.
I know, I know. But I've probably not received so many likes for all my other tweets put together, and during the year I've been on Twitter I must have posted a few dozen.
I know, I know. But I've probably not received so many likes for all my other tweets put together, and during the year I've been on Twitter I must have posted a few dozen.
Sunday, 22 March 2020
Listening to an album
Insomniac on Sunday night three weeks ago, I opened a beer can, put earbuds in my ears and listened to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band the way music (other than ambient music) should be listened to: sometimes mouthing the words, sometimes just listening, sometimes taking a gulp, sometimes puffing on an e-cig, sometimes reclining, sometimes in ardha padmasana, but always concentrating on the music. I hadn't done that for months, if not years, and it elated me accordingly.
Sunday, 8 September 2019
Hats Off
Just listened again – after a few years – to the whole Hats Off to the Buskers album by The View and still think it’s the best debut album ever released. (Well, there’s Traveling Wilburys Vol. 1, but that wasn’t a real debut album for any of the Wilburys involved).
(originally posted probably on Tumblr, or maybe on WordPress)
(originally posted probably on Tumblr, or maybe on WordPress)
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