Music

I don’t know what the deal is, but I do not like to listen to music in the winter, but as soon as the sun starts to warm me up in the spring, I am all about the music.

All winter long I have been listing to talk radio on my Sirius (sat.) radio. In the mornings it is Howard Stern. In the afternoon it is Tiffany Granath’s Afternoon Advice on the Playboy station and then on the way home it is Whatever with Alexis and Jennifer on Martha Stewart Living.

I have the Sirius radio in my car and I can listen to Sirius on the computer at work and obviously I wear headphones so that no one can possibly be offended. It must be weird for my co-workers because I must sound like I am having a good old time in my cubicle, just laughing at complete silence. Howard Stern’s show makes me laugh all the way to work and into the early afternoon. Don’t even roll your eyes, Howard can be very smart and has some great guests on. Yes, it can be somewhat off color at times, but he is actually more tame now that he is not on regular radio.

Tiffany on Playboy is great! Total chill chick answering phone calls about relationships and sex. Wow, there are some pretty jacked up people out there, but I have gotten some really go ideas from her. Then there is Whatever with Alexis Stewart (daughter of Martha) and her friend Jennifer. They talk about, well, Whatever. They are both New York girls, but Alexis is such a bitch, that she makes me laugh. So not her mother’s daughter.

Anywho, back to the music issue. I heard Blackbird (the Beatles) the other day and now I can not get it out of my head. I have now downloaded, burned it to a CD and listen to it over and over and over. I downloaded both the original version sung by Paul McCartney and the cover done by Sarah McLachlan. I can’t decide which one I like more, they both have their own qualities that mezmorize me.

I am the type of person that likes to know the meaning behind songs and I tend to respect artists more that write their own music. For instance, Gwen Stephani writes her own and you can tell she draws strongly on her real life personal experiences. I didn’t pay attention or really have the ability to understand many of the songs that played in the 70’s when I was a kid. Beatles music is great for deep meaning and a real reflection of the time it was written. Paul wrote Blackbird after reading about the race riots in the US that were occurring at the time.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

So simple, but so strong that it is devastatingly beautiful.
The only thing that was recorded for this track was Paul singing, his guitar and his tapping foot. I had never even paid attention to the tapping until after I read this the other day. I am so amazed at the kind of talent true musicians have. Such a gift. I don’t know about you, but I often can profoundly relate to the words and messages in song. Not with Blackbird because I was either not born or far too young to remember the horrific fight for civil rights, but I do hope it gave those fighting it some inspiration.