The Color of Music

October 30th, 2007

I’ve been immersed in the music of the Beatles lately, especially George Harrison. Tonight on the way home from work, I listened to The Concert for Bangladesh, and the air in the car was thickened with music, like memory gravy. “Wah Wah,” “My Sweet Lord,” “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” … a long slow slide guitar back to 1971 and yet outside of time. I love to drive with the music blasting, with creative ions pulsing into the atmosphere, with the rhythm of movement, the wheels turning over, the road winding up behind me in tune with the music of the spheres and George Harrison or Bruce Springsteen or Wilco. iPods and dvds don’t do the job for me. I want a live concert or music pouring into the street, not going straight from the machine to my eardrums. I need a big screen and other beings nearby willing to be moved, bored, awed, teared, cheered in the dark. I want my music to be technicolored and too hot to handle, not contained in sleek too-cool-for-school chrome gadgets. I’m so old school I’m obsolete.

4 Responses to “The Color of Music”

  1. ida b. says:

    Have you been getting the free song download cards from Starbucks? I only picked up three (been trying to give up coffee… again…), and none struck my audio fancy. Maybe you had better luck?

  2. nikki says:

    I haven’t been that attracted to any of the songs/artists they’ve offered. Starbucks tends toward middle of the road music…weird considering their coffee is so strong it could melt metal.

  3. the saint says:

    “strawberry fields” has a great quality in the recording. sounds like they are scraping something.

    also – “follow the sun” is perfectly plain and beautiful like a pencil sketch.

    the saint

  4. ida b. says:

    Come back.
    I miss you.