This is technically a reblog from my other blog, A Song Diary, which most of you are not visiting as frequently. Don’t worry, my therapist said I’m still a great human being and I shouldn’t evaluate my self-worth solely based on the amount of followers I have or, as it is in that case, don’t have. (The fact that I run around the house naked is reason for concern.) Besides the 28 of us are having a musical blast over there. Striving to become a better person, I decided to share my latest discovery with the rest of you because it simply BLEW MY MIND.
Do I like heavy metal? Hell no! The screeching of guitars and screams mascarading as singing has never poked my interest. I like to hear the lyrics and just like canines I cannot handle high pitch screeching noises. BUT every so often some of these bands are able to create haunting pieces of music. Songs that gives me goosebumps, in a good way off course.
As is the case with DISTURBED and their rendition of the old Simon and Garfunkel classic THE SOUND OF SILENCE. In this clip you can also see how a video can lift a song to an artform. You will not find one guest celebrity or any woman shaking her booty in the face of a rapper sitting in a chair. A rare find these days.
And here I am not even being the greatest fan of covers BUT…
Were you able to look away at any moment during the song? I couldn’t but I’m weak. Just a sucker for a good song. I was absolutely transfixed.
Do yourselves a favour and check out their video for The Light as well, truly inspirational stuff.
Maybe they’re not a heavy metal band as per Wikipedia. They’re a little more rock which is why I got the album.
So this is what it feels like to post after hours…
Music has always been a huge part of my life or more importantly our lives. Especially when you consider our glorious union is celebrating twenty years, come November. It’s therefore kind of obvious that Dude and Princess would also turn out to be lovers of lyric and melody.
I’ve always pride myself in having an open mind. I consider myself to be a “modern, hip, trendy” kind of dad. The type of father who often embarrass his kids on purpose with quirky comments and the random use of the word “Dude”. I am certainly not the type of parent who would refuse to listen to the music my kids find entertaining. I enjoy some modern bands. Some of the time.
But with the risk of being exposed to maniacs like Kanye, Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber who are also selling records; I deserve a medal for keeping an open mind on this battlefield of popular music. Maybe even a bag of them. Continue reading
Let’s talk affairs…
I’m in a slump of sorts…It’s nothing serious, it is just that there is nothing exciting happening in my blogging life. Not that I’m ungrateful for every new follower, off course I am. Maybe my slumpy feeling is of my own doing. I should probably read more, comment more, be more attentive, share my emotions. But it’s really hard especially since WordPress stopped sending me e-mail notifications of new posts of the people I follow. What’s up with that? Now I have to go onto the reader… Aarghhhh.
I decided to spice it up a little. Bring in some much needed va-va-voom to the study or the office or any place where my laptop can go. It’s quite flexible you know. Continue reading
The Dude and I have this “thing”. (Just to be clear, Dude is my son so this post will be a heterosexual point of view.)
Our “thing” is that we like to brag with new music/songs. Both of us stream music from http://www.deezer.com so we have access to a gazillion songs we can share with one another. It has to be said that we approach what one would consider “good” music very differently, as per requirement of our generation gap. The high-five moment arrives when the other person likes the proposed song.
I get my new music from weekly visits to Billboard and the UK pop charts. Dude gets it from somewhere else and he prefers anything with a headache inducing beat. Continue reading
I’m back and can proudly proclaim that I am a Dad who survived a One Direction concert. I’ve been there, done that and Princess got the t-shirt. They didn’t have my size, which is theresnofriggenwayimwearingthatshit.
“How was it?” everyone’s asking. It was loud. Very loud. Extremely loud. Loud enough to wake the dead and make them wish they hadn’t. Loud enough to make me wish I was dead. Or in a temporary coma. Or moderately deaf. Loud enough to make me want to rip out the voice boxes of the two girls that sat next to me. I didn’t realise woman could scream that loud. OK, actually I do, but that is entirely different blog. The supersonic boom that echoed through the stadium left a ringing that is still evident two days later. Continue reading
And then there were four.
Here’s hoping I picked the right Zayn…
It’s all over the Internet. At this moment the jury is still out whether the fact that Zayn Malik left One Direction would be bigger than the colour-of-the-dress debacle. Or those annoying cat gifs. Browsing Twitter, one thing is apparent, the fans are not handling it very well. We have to understand that there’s a heap of heartbroken girls (and a few boys) crushed by the news. It’s gonna take a lot of tears to get through this, but I’m sure most of them will survive. It’s not like he died or anything. Or did he? Continue reading
Dude introduced me to this song, which should tell you a few things. (1) My son is developing a taste in music that makes Dad sit upright and take notice. (2) Dad is starting to rely on son to teach him what’s cool and what’s not as being forty-one is obviously not. Cool. And I’m down with that.
It’s no secret I love the Script. I mean I really, really, really do. The Wife understands. My friends understand. Dude has known all along. He is also a fan, but I’m not sure he would use the word love in the same context as I do. But if love implies devotion, admiration, loyalty, support and paying someone to spend time with them, well then I love them.
Why are we waiting! Why are we waiting!
The Script kicked off their latest world tour in sunny South Africa. They played in Jo’burg, Durban and Cape Town over the past weekend. Tickets for the Durban show moved faster than the food at a lunch buffet at the opening of parliament. I got two of those. For the Dude and I. Continue reading
My latest earworm…
This woman is gorgeous. Not even that flamboyant ass-tattoo can change her resemblance to Aphrodite, the goddess of love. She has a smile that would make Darth Vader turn his back on the dark side. Unless off course she’s hails from there. I think she does, for she elicits A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E in everything she does. She gives off a real don’t-mess-with-me-kind-of-vibe. A parental guidance version of P!nk, who’s rated R.
But don’t worry I’m not infatuated with the lady. I don’t have a poster of her up in my room, for the Wife doesn’t think it will fit well with our chosen décor style, which is obviously neither “Wet-dream-of-a-teenager” nor “My-husband-has-a-mid-life-crisis”. Continue reading
Shit, shit, shit…sometimes words evade me, but The Script is one amazing band! Hence a triplicate of bad words that has all the good intentions of Mother Theresa.
I’m totally obsessed with Danny and the gang, and in a good way I mean. I’m not going to stalk them or anything. If I was a girl or if I was younger or if I was slightly less responsible, maybe then I would have been a groupie.
And here is their latest single, and it’s truly, inspirational sh!t. Continue reading