Pass or Play?

As you know, I’m a huge music person and I’m rarely in favour of covers, remakes, or renditions.  In my opinion, there are few artists capable or recreating the original to such a degree that warrants interest from me; although I will say, there are startlingly a few artists that have done better than the original…Gasp! Anita Baker killed Tyrese’s Lately.

Well, it turns out that Marsha Ambrosius; formerly of the duo Floetry, decided to remake the Sade classic: Love is Stronger Than Pride.  In the world according to me, it takes a brave person to think they can take a Sade song and make it their own and I think Marsha considers herself brave.  I can’t say I dislike the remake, but I’m not sure how much I like it either. I think the subtle change in arrangements with a heavier emphasis on the percussion’s is nice, but it comes off a little too hip-hop for me.

The video is sexy and I enjoy the double entendre of being in black and white given Marsha is bi-racial and uses a white man in the video; however, her hip-hop body movements and girl-thug demeanor kind of conflicts with the sexiness of the bedroom scene.

Take a look/listen and give me your take…Pass or Play?

Stronger Than Pride

Yea, I said it!

When words fail, music remains…

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley 

I can’t recall a time in my life where music wasn’t a part of it.  I grew up in a household where music was always playing.  My parents primarily listened to Reggae; however, they listened to almost all musical genres, which turned out to be a great learning experience for me.  I was fortunate to appreciate music not simply for its sound, but it’s lyrical content, which often moved me as much as if not more so than the music itself.  Music was, and remains one of my most favoured and sometimes preferred companion.

Music elicited the plethora of emotions I could or couldn’t say.  It opened my heart and mind to lifes experiences in all of their glowing hues and sometimes darkened shades.   There were occasions where I danced so much my legs entire body ached, which then caused me to emotionally ached in parallel capacity.  Music was and remains my most expressive emotion.

I recall a time in my life where music was the conversation I had with another when I simply couldn’t form my own words.  I would spend countless hours finding just the right collection of songs to compile into a CD to send him so he’d know how I was feeling.  It was the first and last time I’d ever do something like that for just as your first love remains within your heart, you can never replicate it; just like you can never replicate the emotions involved with investing that much of yourself into songs that it then comes your story.  

Music, much like love, is a connection.  It’s a bond formed where melodies become your heartbeat and lyrics; though not your own, become your voice.  It’s the part of you that wedges itself into another.  It’s the part of you that if you became mute, you’d use to tell your story.  Beats and rhymes; lyrics and verse; choruses and bridges are the timeline of your life…of your being.

Music is a universal language much like love.  So live your life in notes and love in the melodies it creates!

 

Yea, I said it!

Lyrically Speaking; the truth…

As you all know I’m an avid music listener and the group I spoke of in my previous post, Kings of Convenience, has a song called ‘Misread’ that gave me so much room for pause that I had to look up the lyrics to ensure I heard what I thought I heard.

The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference

I felt in part they’d taken a chapter out of my life and unknowingly written about them.

I thought specifically to my childhood where, while surrounded by siblings, I felt constently alone and lonely; longing for some sense of inclusion. I knew why things were the way they were and when I voiced what I knew, thought, or felt, I was either forced by others to be silent or I remained quiet on my own accord in order to not face the wrath speaking what I probably shouldn’t have. Well, at least not in their eyes anyway. Indifference is something I came to live with that became an unwanted companion for many years.

I think of how these lyrics play into not just my life, but everyones. I think about how often the truth needs to be told, but it isn’t and how alienated those people are for saying it. So many claim they want the truth and then can’t handle it once it’s heard.  What a tangled web!

I have no additional thoughts; just needed to get that off my chest.

Live the life you love; love the life you live!

Quiet Is The New Noise…

I listening to a playlist I found on Spotify and decided to listen to one of the artists featured in the playlist; Kings of Convenience since I’d never heard of them before listening and liking one of their songs.

While perusing their discography, I came across the title of one of their albums; “Quiet Is The New Noise” and the title screamed at me like a restless newborn. I paused to reflect on the title, which was conveying a very powerful message…In spite of how much we may want quiet, there is always something creating noise. Well, that’s my interpretation! I think of all the times when I’m alone and all I want is to hear nothing, but there’s always something making noise and the distracting cacophony ruins the moment.

I have oddly keen hearing and hear sounds many don’t or simply are able to ignore like the sound of fluorescent lights, the odd sound that emanates in malls or stores; even the ticking of a watch in an otherwise quiet room. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing; I’ve simply accepted it as being a part of who I am and again I’m brought back to the powerful title; “Quiet Is The New Noise”. It makes me wonder how those who meditate with ease are able to do it so well. I want to be like that. I want to be able to shut the voices of the world around me out and relish the moments of stillness and mindlessness.

The title also reminded me of when I used to consistently take moments of exile where I refused all electronic interaction and distraction and confine myself to my library where I create a space of serenity and tranquility to find the peace within and give in to the solitude. I miss those times. I feel like I’ve betrayed a part of myself and given it over to everything and everyone around me. I don’t want to have to schedule those moments, but I will need to in order to get back to that place again; that place where I belong and need to be. I want quiet to simply be that…Quiet!

I have Maya Angelou’s book, 40-day Journey, “Editor Henry French selects forty inspiring passages for readers to ponder while taking a spiritual journey with Maya Angelou. Such a journey may be made at any time but, as with other titles in the 40-Day Journey series, is especially inspiring to take in the seasons of Advent and Lent,” which I want to commit to working through; however, I don’t want to wait until a particular season to do it. I think the time is now.

I truly believe everything is appointed and purposed and the intercession of my listening to this particular artist was of no coincidence, so I’m going to do it. I’m going to start this journey and see where it takes me. There’s a revelation to be had and a lesson to be learned, so I’m going back to ‘school’.

Every five days, I’ll review what I’ve written and learned and I’ll make notes on it. At the end of the 40-day journey, I’ll compile all the notes and post about what was revealed and what I learned.

Live the life you love; love the life you live!