Doesn’t matter what I seem to do, day-in, day-out; music figures in there somewhere. No matter how fleeting. Take yesterday for example: me sat at my keyboard as per usual…minding my own business…when a natty little tune pops into my melon.
You know how it goes: you’re working away, the problem solving section of your brain mulling over the most elegant approach to the current programming challenge; when another section of the grey stuff kicks in and decides to give your lips a tune to whistle. (It would signal your fingers to start drumming, but they’re occasionally engaged in typing tasks; so their cue is kinda sporadic. Tho’ when your fingers do get the message it may take a while before the rhythm of your keyboard strokes sound hauntingly familiar to the ears. ;o)
Any road up, the tune in this case, was one that I knew only a snippet of and it’s a good job I was alone at the time. I’m sure my constant repetition would’ve had somebody reaching for the stapler (or something more aerodynamic) long before I noticed I was actually whistling. More annoying (to me) was not knowing who sang the damn’d thing and where this particular line fitted within the structure of the song as a whole.
(Her voice now I came to think of it, sounded hauntingly familiar. Tho’ I guess that’s just another part of the brain looking for associations when faced with something new. Maybe I’m a neatness freak, but I’d assume pigeon-holing sh1t makes it easier to find things later…right)?
The song? Ah, right. I’d heard it a few times whilst zapping thru’ some UK TV channels. An advert from British Telecom re: their Infinity broadband connection service. A melancholy little sound bite, just long enough to make you want to hear more. Before switching from IDE to browser, I mentally crossed my fingers that my search would bear similar fruit to the time I tracked down the theme tune to House M.D. as “Teardrop” by Massive Attack. (And not be as frustrating as the time I tracked down the theme to the 4400 as “A Place in Time”; only to find that’s all it was…a short piece…and not a full blown song).
Anyway, I digress. Allie Moss singing “Corner” from her Passerby EP apparently. Go check it out. Very Indie/folky. (You may end up listening to it all weekend, just like I plan on doing). Did I mention it was a rather dreary day at the time? Raindrops streaming down my window pane and an audible downpour on the pavements outside. (That’s sidewalks to Uncle Sam’s nephews’n’nieces).
Don’t know whether it was the Venus & Mars book or somewhere else that I read about one of the common mistakes men make with the fairer sex. Trying to fix her, rather than validating her feelings, when she shares something re: her current emotions. Maybe men are wired differently, but I can still relate to that. There’s something soothing about choosing music (or even a movie) to suit your mood. When I’m feeling energetic, bouncy, sunny…I wanna listen to similarly upbeat music. When I’m a lazy mo’ fo’…or even down in the dumps, come to think of it…I don’t wanna be cheered up, I don’t wanna get things moving. I’ll choose the music to stay where I am.
On this rainiest of days…home alone, pensive, alert-ish, but still time for the occasional stretch’n’yawn…Allie Moss was exactly what I needed. Not that I’d pigeon hole her as suited to that particular mood. Think I could take Passerby for a spin when I’ve just woken up and wanna take my time getting out of bed. I could also picture iPodding it on a sunny picnic with friends…lay back for just a moment and close my eyes ‘cos the sun’s too bright.
I guess “Corner” is one of those songs that appeals to the 6-string acoustic portion of my soul. Simple melody, slow pace ’til finger memory kicks in and the tune becomes familiar enuff that you can add embellishments of your own.
Hmmm…today’s Saturday. Why are my fingers on the keyboard, when they could be on the fretboard? Lemme leave you with this, if you were wondering who the BT chick was…