My light-hearted review of your juke box.
- Dude on the bamboo flute: it challenged Western musical language. I once bought an album of Indian music just to expand my ear and I got to like it quite a bit. But it had rhythm. This piece not so much. It threatened continually to break into a melody but it looked like he was too busy playing his instrument to deliver a tune. The lady with the stringy-thingy and the ice-scraper was in the same vein. Then he reappeared reading music — something which I have always thought was a suspicious process. The ‘masters’ of art never painted by numbers.
- Mendelssohn: I struggle a bit with classical stuff, but I do attack my own childhood prejudices resulting from the pompous culture that tried to ram that stuff down my neck. It became a lot more acceptable in my head when I learned that the big names had lifestyles more akin t today’s rock stars than today’s stuffed shirts who often present classical as inherently ‘better’ music — whatever that means. Now even I could hear at 2:26 she or another briefly hit a note a bit off. She certainly seemed to have done her homework, but the other lazy gits were just reading. That orchestral stuff is a vocation — ‘human sequencers’ as Robert Fripp once called the approach, but hard exacting work just the same.
- Duke & Ella: Not by bag I am afraid. It’s a style playing a song!
- UUTAi: She has obviously worked hard at what she does. Like Bjork before electricity.
- Горловое: Rhythm and the guy was having fun. Casual peasant stuff often works.
- Sans Breath: Yeah, this was good. More mystical and evocative than the first guy. Lets you fill in the spaces. Not too in-in yer-face.
As regards how best to use the mind, sometimes the best thing is to put it down. We are always battling mental noise of little consequence in today’s world. If I have any insightful moments, they are almost always just as I wake — the noise having been given a rest. (I am still listening to number 6 — Sans Breath — the guy is having fun).