If music be the food of love, I'm a greedy lil porker! (All About Music)

Member Name: MorganaDQ

Product:	All About Music
Date:	10/11/01 (55 review reads)
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I'm listening to Shania Twain right now. No, please, don't run away! There's more to me than country music, really there is! But well, you know how it is; you sit there in front of your computer, and the only noise you can hear is the constant whirring/buzzing type sound coming from the computer case. You just have to do something about it before it eats away at what few brain cells you have remaining.

So, over to the CD rack to choose. Decisions, decisions. There are so many different types of music, you just don't know where to begin.

Well, I was feeling a little melancholy this afternoon, as you do. And the first thing that comes to mind when I feel like that is country music. Oh, you've all heard it; songs professing never-ending love, songs condemning the lover who ran away, songs about running away from your lover, songs about... well songs that are in the slightest bit related to the heartstrings, let's face it.

It's mushy, it's enlightening, it's depressing, it's euphoric, it's everything you can think of all rolled into one, really. But you see, each song really is different, even just on this one album. For example, I've just finished listening to 'Is There Life After love', and I'm feeling all melancholy (yes, still). But now, you see, now we have 'It Takes Two', and I just wanna get up and bop around the living room like a very daft daft thing. And I love it!

I can just imagine people's reactions to that. I know, the thought of lil (ok, maybe not so lil) me dancing around the room from out of nowhere to a stick-skinny warbling woman in Nashville, well it doesn't exactly appeal even to me. But there you have it.

Oh, but as I said, there's much more to me than country music. Guess what I was listening to yesterday. Go on, you'll never guess! Oh, ok, maybe someone will thanks to the readiing of one of their op
inions making me remember. It was Def Leppard.

No, really?

Yep, really!

"But why?", I hear you ask.

It's those memories coming back to me. I was reminiscing, you see. Thinking back to my teenage years, annoying my Mum with constant replays of what are now considered soft rock classics. Turning the volume up as high as I dare and laying back on my bed, singing my little heart out, head going back and forth, but not enough to cause any serious neck damage. I never met one person who caused themselves serious neck damage listening to Def Leppard.

And then, after reminiscing back to that time, I wanted to relive my Uni days. Out comes Terrorvision. YAY! Jump around the room, neck injury imminent, trying desperately to keep up with the singer. And that was just yesterday!

I'm feeling all toasty warm inside now, thinking about that. And it feels even better when I put music on. It transports me to another time, another place, another dimension almost, in some cases.

So, what about when I want to pamper myself? You know the times, lasses, when you soak in a deep, hot bath, you treat yourself to a face mask (gotta stay beautiful for you blokes, you know), you have your favourite oil burning away on the window sill, and suddenly there's no world outside of your bathroom. Turned up high, so every note cuts through to your soul, is Bach. Stunning! And you know, Bach's cello suites can move me in a way that I couldn't describe the feeling even if I wanted to, and for those self-indulgent moments, it's just perfect.

So what else? Can there be any other type of music? Why, of course!

You know that feeling, that irate, homicidal feeling you get when your partner is late for something? Or they've simply forgotten something important? Or just someone does something to seriously piss you off. You want to throw lots of injury-inducing items
at their head very, very hard. But you can't, more's the pity. So on comes Nirvana, full blast, and sod the neighbours!

He understands, you see. He knows the turmoil and the pain, and he's relating every little hateful feeling to you through the lyrics, the music, the beat, everything. And you could just sit there, all curled up into yourself, and cry. But you don't need to, because he's doing it for you. And somehow, despite being so angry, it calms you a little. Odd that something with so much raw passion can calm, but it does.

Now I have a confession to make. I own a Wham! greatest hits CD. And you know what, I'm not in the least bit embarressed. No, really I'm not. It's mindless, with shallow lyrics and even more shallow tunes. It's 80's pop at it's finest, and it's bloomin' marvellous!

If I ever needed a pick-me-up, Wham! was always the one to do it for me. Because it's so simple, so catchy, and just so happy-clappy-jumpy that you can't help yourself. Ok, I can't help MYself. But surely you understand, don't you? It's all true, the lyrics and the music, despite the manufactured quality. Who could ever truly hate 'Wham Rap! (Young Guns Go For It)'. Even if you just sit and laugh at it, tell me the lyrics were pure drivel, go on I dare you!

See? There was a truth to them, like so many other of the 80's pop groups. And just so uplifting I could snog good ole George til he begged for mercy (which let's face it, wouldn't take long).

Have you ever sat and tried to figure out exactly what Napalm Death were singing? You haven't? I don't blame you one little bit. I tried once, and damn near comatosed myself doing it. It's not for the faint-hearted, I can tell you. It's also not to everyone's taste, but I like it. Yep, I do. It's a bit like the thing with Nirvana again, only much more
angry, and without the pain. Doesn't make much sense to you, maybe, but it does to me.

I don't listen to a great deal of the heavy or thrash metal, but I do have my moments. It's not likely you're gonna see hair fly so much as when I put it this music on. And neck injuries? Don't get me started! But boy does it ever release some of that aggression, jumping around, moshing like only a possessed Twiglet-loving woman could! Fantastic! I love it! Very useful for releasing some of that tension of PMT without actually having to injure your partner ;)

Now, I can't write about music in general in general, without mentioning David Bowie, now can I? Anyone who knows me, knows it's impossible. Had a few drinks? Had a few sneaky lil tokes on a spliff and sat thinking about crisps and chocolate, and how utterly amazing Slinkys are? Out comes 'The Man Who Sold The World' for a little mind-bending paranoia. Fabulous.

There's always 'Aladdin Sane', too. If nothing else, the piano solos will boggle your mind and make you wonder which planet you're really on. Then of course, there's those old 60's tracks all about gnomes, and gravediggers, and a woman who goes to war. So many little stories to keep you entertained while you listen in bewilderment at the sheer crapness of them. But they're so crap, they're wonderful. Yep, they are. And no, of course I'm not biased!

All of this music, so much choice, and it's fabulous.

I really have waffled, I know. I knew I was going to, because I usually do. But music is so special that I just couldn't help myself.

It can make you laugh, cry, dance, scream, curl up in a little ball, or jump. It can confuse you, amuse you, bewilder you, anger you, calm you, and so many other things there'd be too many to list (and think of).

All you have to do, you see, is let it in. Forget that somet
hing is or isn't fashionable anymore, who really gives a stuff? It's your home, your ears, your time, so listen to anything you want, as loud as you want, and as often as you want. Even if it's the 'Birdie Song' on loop, it's your choice.

Oh, and sing. Sing as though no one is listening! And if you can't do that, wait until no one IS listening, and then do it. You won't regret it, I promise you, because then the music is coming from you, it's inside you, and you're letting it all flood out of you and you'll feel simply stunning!


*Morgana starts bopping and lets rip......"Don't look so loooonelyyy, don't act so bluuuuue. I know I'm not the ooonlyyyyy, girl you run toooo. I know about Loliiitaaaaa, your little Spanish flaaame. I've seen you round with Riiitaaaa, the redhead down the laaaane.........."

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