Posts Tagged: Music
I think that poets and songwriters have a lot in common because a songwriter really has to be a poet first. That’s how we live our lives. It’s the same kind of thinking. … [W]e put our stories into these small little containers filled with mostly short lines and verses.
In Brooklyn Magazine’s “The Musical Map of the United States,” writers create a soundtrack of place association. The 50+ essays on songs and their states are sweet and sad and funny, but always specific. Sleeper hits like Emily Hilleren’s “The Rural Alberta Advantage” (North Dakota) give a very personal sense of what it means to be from somewhere:
Coming from a place known mainly for being where Mount Rushmore isn’t, North Dakotans can have a middle child’s craving for attention.
Dolly Parton, pop culture’s resident “Book Lady,” has written a children’s book based off of one of her hits, “Coat of Many Colors.” The book is to be released on October 18, Robyn Collins for Radio.com reports. Coat of Many Colors will describe the story of a young Dolly who struggles with classism and bullying; the book will include a download of Parton’s new song, “Makin’ Fun Ain’t Funny.”...more
If you were to hear a story with its own soundtrack, it’s going to affect how you feel and interact with that story, even if you’re not directly paying attention to the music, and vice versa. I also believe that language is the shortened version of music.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers guitarist recently got together with Koko, the exceptional gorilla who famously learned sign language and proved the intelligence of our mammalian ancestors along with their depth of creativity. (She also loves cats.) Of course Koko, being the super curious and intelligent being that she is, took the opportunity to test out Flea’s bass....more
If you give a mouse an Orson Welles film, he might solve human consciousness.
What Westerners consider universal about music: totally incorrect.
Yes, you can be high on friendship (and it’s a painkiller!)....more
At the New Yorker, Amanda Petrusich writes an ode to Other Music, a New York City record shop that recently closed its doors after more than twenty years in business. For Petrusich, the store was more than a place to buy music; it was an important part of her personal history:
My scramble for self-identity was tied up in records, and Other Music was where I went to get myself sorted out.