The frivolous music report.
Taking a break from the darned ‘novel’.
Ah, I am surrounded by lovely, lovely music. I feel like I could have done a pirouette in the air.
Well, it all sort of began with Badly Drawn Boy, aided by his unwilling partner-in-crime Hugh Grant and one particular dead duck.
Then, it was Damien Rice, despite the cringe-worthy opera-singing track that wrapped up his album O.
Recently, David Gray. I listened to the build-up leading to the rousing piano-and-strings-piece finale in the song Alibi, and wham! I was sold.
And now, James Blunt and his sexy, whiny voice. “Hides my true shape, like Dorian Graaayyyyy…” Besides, this dude has got one colourful history, indeed.
You see the pattern here.
(shuffles feet uneasily)
Yes, I am falling for British crooners.
Of course, Chris Martin in the Fix You video would have made my jaw drop, but then Gwyneth’s face came into mind.
Moving along, there is Death Cab for Cutie’s Marching Bands of Manhattan (“... half empty or half full”; and it was fun to sing along to that particular line).
But ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead’s Will You Smile For Me Again beats them all hands down: based on the strength of that head-bang-and-finger-tapping-on-keyboard-furiously-inducing track alone, I am ready to go out and get Worlds Apart (funnily enough, Ode to Isis made me check if I had popped in the ominous chanting of soundtracks to green code instead).
The bad thing about this album, is that, well, some of the songs remind me of… Blink 182.
See, that is why I do not do music reviews.