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It's a damn altar call and I'm up there right now! I haven't heard anything so sublime in awhile. The theology notwithstanding. The poetic, visionary, angelic....yeah, I'm a believer.

 
Tried listening to country music during a couple weeks this month, but found that it just doesn't hit me right. So, I went back to my 80s pop and new wave. I love upbeat, energetic music. It's great to listen to and kind of dance along with as I travel down the streets of Korea. Yes!
 
It's a damn altar call and I'm up there right now! I haven't heard anything so sublime in awhile. The theology notwithstanding. The poetic, visionary, angelic....yeah, I'm a believer.


That is intensely beautiful. I'm always torn between vocal and instrumental focus.
 
It's a damn altar call and I'm up there right now! I haven't heard anything so sublime in awhile. The theology notwithstanding. The poetic, visionary, angelic....yeah, I'm a believer.
I still listen to a lot of religious music. The music is beautiful and the faith underlying it gives it an extra verve or something. And maybe it still speaks to my spiritual side, even if it is not specifically what I believe.

Tried listening to country music during a couple weeks this month, but found that it just doesn't hit me right. So, I went back to my 80s pop and new wave. I love upbeat, energetic music. It's great to listen to and kind of dance along with as I travel down the streets of Korea. Yes!
LOL. Country remains the one genre of music that, with odd exceptions, has not cracked this ape's playlists.

OTOH, my current taste in music is such that most of what I listen to came along since 2000 and many of my current favourite artists weren't even born when I was listening to music in the eighties. And, of course, I listen to a lot of metal, a genre that I used to avoid, if not disdain (save odd exceptions).
 
LOL. Country remains the one genre of music that, with odd exceptions, has not cracked this ape's playlists.
I'm the same way sometimes, yesterday I heard, Johnny Cash and his daughter singing this together, just before his death and loved it. I can't post it but I thought it was lovely.

September When It Comes
 
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I'm the same way sometimes, yesterday I heard, Johnny Cash and his daughter singing this together, just before his death and loved it. I can't post it but I thought it was lovely.

When September Comes
Johnny was a funny one, though, in that he wasn't always easy to pin down as a "genre" artist. Obviously country most of the time but skirted rock a lot. I mean, one of his last hits was a cover of "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails, an alt-rock band. And a lot of his early output in the sixties was basically on the country end of rock and roll. But, yeah, I love Johnny.
 
Perhaps why I have been ignored and excused from much on this side ... I have great appreciation over how some travelled with the Gambler ... now admit it there were winds on both sides of the track ... wayward and Mariah! That's rural eh?

Then if into rural you can't leave out a certain will to question Stardust and have the dirt on your mind ...GEO Ghia? They say there's a dark cave down there some where ... makes me lean towards the melancholy ... maybe reeves 've them chords! The Lenard sang on how we wished it buried and darker ... out of sight. Wha' .... "If I sent Erose to yah" ... would it be destroyed? A petal of virtue ... no blacker rose ... shadow of Jude ... Sammie! Implications????
 
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LOL. Country remains the one genre of music that, with odd exceptions, has not cracked this ape's playlists.
That's perfectly understandable, Mendalla. I tend to get into whatever music I listen to the most. Way back in the 80s I was a radio student in Ontario. As a part of my education, I got to spend a month working at a Country station. At first I couldn't stand the music but I did by the end of the month get into it to the degree that it was my preferred stuff to listen to. I guess because I was hearing many of the top tunes over and over again. It didn't really stay with me, though. One genre of music that I was never able to get into was metal. It always sounded more like noise to me than anything else
 
One genre of music that I was never able to get into was metal. It always sounded more like noise to me than anything else
That used to be my thinking, too. But the genre has evolved a lot. Symphonic metal, power metal, even melodic death metal (yes, that's a thing, see my metal thread) are putting out incredibly complex, interesting compositions. I mean, if anyone had told me even a decade ago that I would be raving about singers who growl and scream, I'd have said they were nuts. Now, death metal and metalcore singers who do just that are among my favourites. Yeah, my musical tastes have gone weird and I'm loving it. :giggle:

(PS. If you need some listening material and want to see what I am talking about, Charlotte Wessels' The Obsession and Nightwish's Yesterwynde both dropped today and are modern metal at its finest.)
 
We have cymbal process planted here on the Saint John River at Meductique (the spelling is debated as leans toward aboriginal matters of borderline bother).
 
I have never heard of Markéta Irglová before and will need to do some reading. However, for this song she brought Malinda, a favourite of mine for a couple years now, on board so it came up in recommendations. And it's a beauty of a piece of music. By the way, it's worth clicking through to YouTube and reading the description where Markéta talks about the meaning of the song and why she approached Malinda with it.

 
Just attended Frank Turner's "Lost Evenings VII", a 4-day, once-a-year roving concert festival. Last year it was in Anaheim, California. This one was at Woodbine Casino and Theater near Pearson Airport. Four opening acts every day (attended some), 2 panel discussions per day (attended one on women in music), open mic events every day and just a general air of camaraderie. Frank's Rule #1 at his concerts is "Don't be a dickhead." Rule #2 is "Sing along if you can." Pretty short list of rules, and though there were 3000 people there, with alcohol, there wasn't a single problem I saw. One woman fainted in the audience on day 2 and no less than 3 people caught her before she fell. They used their phone lights to alert Frank on the stage and he called for EMS as he stopped playing.

Last night as the concert ended, Frank announced Lost Evenings VIII would take place in Edinburgh, Scotland. I know of two people who have booked their hotel rooms.

I'm exhausted, but overall, it was very therapeutic.

One of Frank's song's off his new album:


Dedicated to the original council.
 
(PS. If you need some listening material and want to see what I am talking about, Charlotte Wessels' The Obsession and Nightwish's Yesterwynde both dropped today and are modern metal at its finest.)
Thank you for the tip, Mendalla. I just listened to both. My two immediate thoughts: 1) Hey, that's actually pretty good. 2) That's not metal
 
Thank you for the tip, Mendalla. I just listened to both. My two immediate thoughts: 1) Hey, that's actually pretty good. 2) That's not metal
If you define metal as what we callsd heavy metal in the eighties, you may be right. But few define it in that limited a way anymore. Metal is a very broad, diverse category in the 21st century that evolved from those roots. Those are both artists who use it as a base and pull lots of other influences in. But believe me, when Nightwish plays Hellfest or Wacken Open Air, huge European metal festivals, the headbangers are out in droves. Sure, there's purists who don't regard them as metal. But purists in music are missing the point of it being a creative art form. I have the same problem with jazz purists.
 
Then there is meta -Lambda (that's as c, or light)!

The heavy handed are very narro ... maybe like Nero! Neolithic bruits ... Brother Uit? Maybe Hug-et ... all in the phonet-AEc-ism!
 
Back in the saddle with their first album in 17 years and a spectacular tour, eighties greats Tears for Fears. This is one of their original eighties hits from the film of the tour. They still sound pretty good after 4 decades.


Trivia: the original music video for this song was shot at Emmanuel College's library in Toronto.
 
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