I can’t believe I’ve never posted this video. Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai. Enjoy!
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So, it’s always interesting when new music just falls into your lap. I was living in Kyiv in 2003 and one day, while walking on the street, I heard some music playing. I walked over to the table and asked the guy who it was. He responded, “Natasha St-Pier.” I’d never heard of her but I asked him to skip through a couple of tracks for me, which he was happy to do. I walked away with two albums. Of the albums purchased I only liked about 9 songs but that’s not too bad for an artist I’d never heard. Oh, and did I mention that she sings in French? So, 9 songs off of two albums in a language that I don’t understand. No too shabby. Oh, and come to find out she’s a Canuck.
Here’s one of my favs. Grandi c’est dire je t’aime
My wife showed me this and I had to steal it and post it:
Happy Mother’s Day to all of my favorite mothers!
But I don’t think the Jonas Brothers need to be threatened. Apparently President Obama thinks that accusing Joe, Kevin and Nick of being pedophiles then stating that he’ll send Predator Drones after them is funny.
I went through a phase (read depression) several years ago and the only thing that kept me sane, for the most part, was angry music. Groups like Stabbing Westward, The Union Underground, Tool, Godsmack, Disturbed, Guns ‘N Roses, The Offspring, Metallica, and some more that I can’t recall right now, really got me through some of my darkest days.
Today, the groups have changed a little: Nickelback, Staind, Disturbed, Metallica, Evanescence, The Offspring, and some others. Yet recently, I’ve noticed something interesting. I’ve been listening to a lot of Staind and mixed in with the angry screams of songs like Mudshovel, Price to Play, The Way I Am, Please, How About You and For You, are softer, sad songs like Tangled Up In You, Could It Be, It’s Been a While, Epiphany and Zoe Jane.
The mixture of gotta-get-it-out-anger/frustration and gentle-yet-still-sad music seems to lift me out of my funk more quickly than straight angry music.
What about you?
I’m not sure why but for the last couple of days I’ve been thinking about my grandfather. Probably because I’ve had Danny Boy running through my head. That’s the song that he wanted sung at his funeral but Grandma just couldn’t do it.
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling.
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow,
And I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But if ye come and all the flow’rs are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,
And then my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
Miss you Grandpa.