This is an awesome song. The band is/was called Madrugada, the song is called Quite Emotional and it is from an album called Industrial Silence (1999, virgin records) Enjoy.
This year, these are the top 11 songs I listened to on Spotify. The top 2 are missing though. And they are – drumroll –
Anathema – the beginning and the end
Luke Sital Singh – until the night is done
As you can see, my tastes are varied and random. This is the link to my entire Top 100 streamed songs of 2018. Spotify Top 100 of 2018
Any thoughts about this? Songs you like? Songs you hate? Surprising songs in this list?
Have a lovely week.
…that my loneliness/is killing me now/
Sorry… Britney wanted to sing along.
So… My confession.
Yesterday I listened to many records, and I even wrote about it. It felt so good. I still feel the ripples of the music I heard reverberating in my soul.
But… As much as I praised vinyl, I don’t own many records. They are very expensive, and I made a rule to just invest in vinyl that is special to me.
As for CDs… I own close to 2000 of them now. Of course, they don’t look as good (or special or edgy) on pictures than vinyl does.
I wondered today: who cares? No one does. I mean… If music affects me and you can’t relate to that, then it doesn’t matter on which devices I am listening. Plain and simple, no?
Music is my daily companion. And once in a while, like yesterday, I get the chance to immerse myself in. I hadn’t done that in such a long time, and these hours were precious. Priceless, really. As you probably noticed, I shared poems afterwards. Inspired by the music.
When I was a child, I had a walkman. I found an old radio with chipped plastic corners. Later, I got a stereo (when I was 9). Music was by safe haven ever since I was a child. Lyrics touched me. Made me feel strong. Made me feel weak. Made me cry. Made me laugh. I feel strongly when I listen to music. And I am well aware that most people cannot relate. But it is a part of who I am.
I am not a particularly huge fan of this band or that. I think I’ve grown out of that. But there is one band – Anathema – which I listened to since I was 15. Twenty years. I fall back onto them again and again because their music is like a soundtrack of my life. Their lyrics touched me and still do. It gives me strength. It makes me weak. I saw them three times. Last time was last November, and shortly after their gig, I wrote a post on this very blog. Something personal. (Link to when you click on “post“).
I don’t have many passions in my life. Music is one. (Listening, and I can sing okay.) Writing is the other passion. And often I am not sure if I am any good at it. I believe that I am. But that one (1) star on Goodreads makes me worry. Am I overestimating myself and my skills?
I have a friend who keeps telling me that if I invested in advertisement for my book Unquiet Minds, I could find worldwide fame. I don’t want that. I just want a couple more people to let me know that I touched them. Maybe it is all pretense. Maybe it is all just a pile of shit.
Words are falling out of my fingers, and I cannot stop them. One thought after the next.
By the way… I went to the movies today. I saw a Luxembourgish movie. Superjhemp retörns. Other superheroes are young and handsome and skilled. We have Superjhemp, an average middle-aged man who is working a dull day job. He is soft around the middle and gets his superpower from cheese (Kachkéis – cancoillotte) and beer. He flies with both hands in his pockets and has a fable to fly through closed windows. Overall, he is very Luxembourgish. As so often, this movie was adapted from the comics with the same name. And it was hilarious. I doubt though that non-Luxembourgers will find it funny. But it was.
Ok… So… This escalated quickly. All just to say, that I am an impostor and that I only own (+/-) 30 vinyls.
Thank you for allowing me this space to ramble.
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Let this new week begin. 💜
Some days, everything feels like lead. No energy. Everyone has different ways to cope with those days. For me, I had the chance to listen to a pile of records. Vinyl. The real deal. It is a conscious way to listen to music. At least it is for me. I just sat in my chair (still sitting there – it’s the chair I inherited from my grandma) and I am looking at the records spinning. I am not sure if I have the right words to describe it, but listening to records on vinyl slows everything down. It’s something I really enjoy.
Does it get any better than this? Outside a storm is raging. The autumn leaves are blown over my patio, the rain is pouring down; while I am sitting inside with a steaming mug of green tea, listening to music. A content smile is on my face. Bliss.
This is my stack so far for today. I think there will be a couple more additions. A day just for me.
It started with Our Ceasing Voice – Free Like the Night
Her Name is Calla – The Dead Rift EP
Anathema – the Optimist
U2 – the Joshua Tree
Worriedaboutsatan – Shift
Chris Rea – the best of
Very eclectic, just like me. Or maybe simply without direction? Just like me?
Are you enjoying your Saturday too?
Lean in to me when nothing is alright.
There is an ocean inside of you. Deep and mysterious. I can’t swim very well, but I would gladly drown in you.
Let’s start this music post with something progressive.
The band is called Gazpacho, and the song is called “Chequered Light Buildings.”
The song is from an album called “Night” (2007, Kscope)
The second song I recommend is called “A Long Time Listening” from another Nordic band, (Gazpacho are from Norway) Agent Fresco. (Agent Fresco are from Iceland)
The song is from an album with the same name – “A Long Time Listening” (2010, Record Records)
…social media detox. Again. Deactivated Facebook, again. Deleted Wattpad, again. It is not as if anyone noticed, because I did it days ago. Facebook only deletes in 3/weeks, but as long as I don’t log in, everything is good.
I am just tired of it all. No drama. No goodbyes. Just gone.
Warm my soul. I am freezing inside.