Hey, I just heard you. And this is crazy. This song is silly. Leave my head quickly. Oh my God, people. It has been the most annoying couple of days. All because of that song “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen. I mean, I have been singing it for the past two days. Nonstop. And it is driving me absolutely bonkers.
Here’s the thing. I have a radio station that is set at my job. I don’t know what it is cause it’s set by my company. But it pretty much is like techno versions of songs. Some I recognize, some I didn’t. This song is one of the ones I constantly heard but didn’t know what it was or who it was. And this particular techno version is really cool.
So I would sing along with the parts that I could hear and understand and when the song was over I forgot about it completely. So I’m driving home and I hear the actual recording of it. It is WAY different. Admittedly I like the music for the regular song. What with the violins and all. My issue comes from the lyrics.
I get home and I look up the song on Vevo to give it a good listen. What I heard kind of didn’t make sense, so I looked up the lyrics. Which made me feel both better and worse. Better because I can hear properly that the song made no sense and horrified because the song makes NO sense.
First of all, it sounds kind of stalkerish to me. If I was a guy and a girl said this to me I’d have to give her the side eye. There is such a thing as too eager. Secondly, we don’t live in a world where it’s safe to give our numbers out to strange people. For me personally no one has my personal phone number unless they are family and friends. Everyone else gets the email treatment. Get through that and maybe I may think of giving that number out. Lastly this line ‘Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad’. Um, what?
No seriously, what is that? That is not a thing that someone says. Why? Because it doesn’t make sense. How do you miss someone before you meet them? How do you miss anything that you’ve never experienced? That’s like me saying I miss France just because I have a french name, despite the fact that I’m American and have never been to France. How is that line endearing? How is it that it is the most memorable and catchiest part of the song?
The greatest question of all is why is this song stuck in my head. I’ve heard multiple songs since then and yet I keep going back to it. What’s worse is that I’m spreading the insanity and getting it stuck in other peoples heads. It’s crazy. I’m sorry to those people too. I need to purge this from my mind. But it’s powerful in its catchy nonsensical way. Help me!!
So I kept hearing this song on the radio and for whatever reason thought it was Kelly Clarkson singing it. All I knew was a couple of lines from it and that it sounded like her. So imagine my level of annoyance when I get home to check Youtube to hear it and not finding it. I’ve heard a lot of Clarkson’s music, but not all. So it was easy enough to filter out what I was looking for. So when I didn’t find it I was perplexed.
This perplexing predicament lasted a while until I finally found out the title of the song. Turns out it was Natasha Bedingfield’s song “Unwritten”. And no, she and Kelly Clarkson sound absolutely nothing alike. I have no idea what I was thinking. Well, yes I do. It seems like the kind of song that Ms. Clarkson would sing. But whatever. I was wrong, but now I have my song.
It’s another one of those uplifting tunes that speaks to me. Like some other songs I’ve written about talking about living life to the fullest. I especially love the line where she says ‘Drench yourself in words unspoken’. I find this profound. What does that mean? I honestly would like to know. Seriously. I don’t have my own interpretation of the line. And it fascinates me.
And it comes to me at a great time. With the week I’ve had, my confidence has gotten a little shaken. I hate when that happens. Everything always goes downhill from there. I intend to not let that happen this time. My future is at stake. I gotta learn to take the bad, the horrible, the awful as well as the good the great and the terrific. All those are necessary to make me into the person I am meant to be.
Whether these situations I’ve been through will make me a better person or not remains to be seen. Everything that I’m doing right now is helping determine my tomorrow in some form or another. I guess that is the beauty of not being able to see the future. The not knowing. The possibility that I will indeed be greater and do greater things. So let’s see how tomorrow plays out.
Today was in effect, not a great one. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It must be something going around because several people in my circle have had a pretty off day. All in various different regions of suck. I guess it’s gotta hit us all on occasion to remind us we’re still alive I guess.
Can’t speak on their issues. I didn’t ask and I don’t know beyond what was hinted. Myself on the other hand had one of THOSE days. Where everything is just wrong from the minute I woke up. But they were little things. The complicated stuff happened when other people got involved. Which lead to a situation where I had to mentally disconnect from everyone around me, lest I bit their face off. Something I’m not used to. I’m used to letting it be known when I’m not happy. But I’m attempting to live and act in accordance to the fact that life doesn’t revolve around me or my feelings.
So I kept a tight leash on myself all the way until I got home, put on my skullies(Skull Candy headphones) and jammed out to Evanescence and Nightwish for most of the afternoon. Until a friend of the aforementioned people put up a song on Facebook that actually made me kind of relieved. It’s a group called Cannibal Corpse and the song was “They Deserve to Die”.
This is a group I’ve never seen or heard of, but by golly I’m glad I heard them today. I listened to the song and it was a beautiful barrage of headbanging, hard guitar playing, garbled singing/rapping/whatever you call it going on. The only words during the entire song is when the singer screeched out ‘They deserve to die’. Which appeased me greatly because my anger seeped out as I listened to it.
I’ll be looking more into them because of what I can understand of the song I like. The music is incredible and I may have found a group to ease my anger. That guitar was furious and that bass was hardcore. Just what I needed to hear. And while of course I don’t wish death upon anyone, no matter how mad they make me, this song helped me not take my temper out on anyone.
So now I’ve got a song for when I’m feeling depressed. For when I’m happy. For when I’m in the mood. And now for one when I’m really really pissed off.
I’m sure I’m not alone. At least that is my hope. You ever hear a song or a whole record and end up loving it despite the shame and stigma that may go along with it? You hear it on the radio and you find yourself turning it down a bit so that you can groove in peace and not let the next car over hear what you’re listening to. It’s on your Ipod and you hit the button for the next song when someone comes up on you. You’ve never done that? You LIE!!
So I’m sitting at work the other night. The radio is blowing my eardrums to hell as usual and it’s a night like any other. Then it happens. The first chords of the beat machine hits my ears, my toes start to tap and I know I’m in for 4 minutes of euphoric embarrassment in front of a lot of people. The song…Lou Bega’s Mambo No.5. He begins to sing and in spite of myself so do I.
I can’t explain why this song is so powerful. I both love it and hate it. It brings me such nostalgic joy. I know all the words. I can dance to it. I can own it. It’s the perfect karaoke song. Then the song ends and I realize once again that it’s a stupid song. The music is stupid. The lyrics are stupid. The whole thing is stupid. At first I couldn’t understand why the song existed. But then I came to the conclusion that it is around simply to troll me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I am a huge fan of the website That Guy with the Glasses. It’s entertaining and funny and I love all the talented reviewers and critics there. It was on this website that I heard a great classical tune that has since captured my heart and opened me up to the experience of a great classical composer. One of the sketches I watch called the Bum Reviews always opens up with the piece called “Minuetto” by Luigi Boccherini. I love this tune. It makes me want to be in one of those uncomfortable Renaissance dresses and sipping tea somewhere extravagant.
Boccherini is an Italian composer and cellist. He isn’t a classical composer I am familiar with. I’d heard “Minuetto” for years and never knew the name of the piece or the composer. I actually finally found out earlier this week while watching one of my favorite Let’s Players of all people. And thus the search for more of his music began.
So far I’ve listened to a couple of his Sonatas. Whoever is playing these pieces are excellent musicians. They have captured the soul of the cello and have brought the music to life. I find them soothing. Very soothing. One particular violin sonata makes me sleepy. It’s not easy trying to stay awake to hear the beautiful music when it relaxes every bone in my body.
As a huge fan of the violin I like the violin sonata that I heard earlier, but I can’t remember it now because I’m currently listening to his “Rondo for violin & harpsichord” and whoever is playing the harpsichord is killing it. It is fascinating. I know what a harpsichord is of course, but it’s rare that I come across getting to hear one. No modern musician uses the thing, which is a real shame. It’s an amazing instrument that produces a very unique sound. I hear it more in certain game soundtracks than anywhere else.
I’ve not heard a whole lot. The man has over 500 compositions. It’s going to take me a while to A. track them all down and hear them, and B. to understand them and form a more educated opinion. From what I’ve heard so far, I’m sure I’m going to be blown away. Classical music is music in its purest and honest forms. It’s easy to write a song. Not so easy to compose a piece. It’s one of those unexplainable cosmic things where a person has to take all that they are and translate it into music. It’s hard, it’s exhausting, but in the end you have something really beautiful.
You know when you hear a song a song a couple times, you like it, want to know more about it, then forget to research it? Of course you do. It happens to everybody. It is one of the most annoying things to happen in life. It happens to me all the damn time. I’ll be listening to the radio in my car, hear a song and go, ‘yeah, I like this’. Then get home and not remember the song or anything about it. Then I’ll hear it again and think to myself, ‘remember this when you get home’. Of course I never do.
So I’m getting in my car a couple days ago and I fire it up and boom, the song is playing. This time I whipped my phone out and put it in a note so not to forget again. I wasn’t sure of the name of the song and had no idea who sang it, but I knew some of the freaking words. Luckily through the powers of the internet(youtube mostly) I have my song.
Don’t you hate when that happens? There have been songs that I won’t hear for years, then out of the blue it’s playing somewhere and I’m like oh my goodness I need to have this song. But get caught up with life and the song is once again gone forever. I’m actually kind of happy now that I have a cell phone. Thanks dad, for making me get one. 🙂 Now I have the power of making notations at my fingertips.
I’ve actually made it a project for myself. To go through all the musical resources I can find and collect all the songs I loved in the past, but don’t have now. To be honest I got the idea from my dad. While on vacation to see him I got a hold of his laptop and loaded up a flash drive with music he had. There were so many songs he had that I absolutely love and couldn’t believe I didn’t have them. I’m sure this is going to take months for me to find every single song I’ve ever heard and liked. Could be years, but I’m gonna have fun trying. I just hope I don’t get too distracted with the new discoveries I find along the way.
I was going through some of my youtube playlist and came across some commercials that I really liked and I came across the Audi commercial that had Kenny G in it. That one cracks me up so much. It made me think though on my childhood. When I was a kid, my parents listened to Kenny G all the time. I don’t remember if it was something that I appreciated back then or not, but I do remember that it made me sleepy.
So I’ve been listening to Kenny G today, for the most part. I like listening to him. His music is calming to me. And I am in awe of his saxophone playing skills. As a girl who really digs true musicians, he is a breath of fresh air. Makes me wish I really took my own musical talent to another level. Alas, I’ve the curse of perpetually unmotivated.
Lots of people I’ve noticed tend to hate on the guy. I don’t know, I guess it’s trendy right now, but I don’t understand why. Has current music trends de-evolved to the point that instrumental music is unworthy of being appreciated? To me that is a grotesque train of thought. And depressing. I really wish that there were more artists like him out there. I don’t know off the top of my head anyone else that does what he does.
The man is a true maestro. I love that he writes music and plays multiple instruments. I didn’t realize that he was still making new music. I am tempted to buy a lot of his stuff right now, but priorities. So far, I’m really liking his earlier works. Thanks to the Audi commercial, I started with “Songbird” and worked my way back from that. I still have a lot of music to listen to so I can’t say an opinion on his progression.
I am impressed that he has been around for as long as he has. Been making music professionally since the 70s. So he’s seen a lot of music trends. I’m glad that in a constantly changing industry he has found a nice niche for himself that makes him unique and interesting. He’s one of the few music acts around now days that I would love to go see in concert. This is coming from a person that has only been to one concert ever(hate going to concerts). I’m that impressed with him.