I'm no good writing about music. I know what I love, it's what moves me, to feel, to dance, to sing along. Music that I have not heard so many times I fear it worming into my three am brain willy nilly. I love what I love, outside of genre, outside of categorization. Most of my life, I rarely heard music I could love, a snatch here or there, a living moment, a stray song. I settled for pop, for the rare haunting hymn, and called it good, listened as opposed to not having music at all, leaving a turgid library of sappy lyrics stored in my hoarding memory, ready to fill my consciousness with inanity after exposure to store muzak.
Today, the pain anesthesiologist I scrubbed for brought in his own iPod.
Let me share Rodrigo y Gabriela. Ahhh.
5 comments:
Thanks for the link. Totally gifted and new names to me.
Yes. I know what I love also.
Absolutely electrifying. I saw these two during the televised Glastonbury last year. I shall nick this link, zhoen, but credit your excellent taste!
Thanks for sharing. Will download some of their music pronto.
ooh yes, my little pointy toed black boots were stamping to those two...lovely, thanks for the link
ooh, wow! I feel all sweaty and excited just watching that!!
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