May 19, 2004 - 7:41 AM

I just heard Stevie say....in a most funky way..

"Music is a world within itself

With a language we all understand

With an equal opportunity

For all to sing, dance and clap their hands...

You can feel it all over….You can feel it all over people..."

Isn't this the truest thing ever?

Doesn't Stevie Wonder kick ass?

The horns on that song alone can kick Godzirra's ass all over Tokyo.

And “the horns on that song”...that's what I'm talking about...sometimes it's not only the song, but certain parts of a song that kick ass.

I mean, you can admire a song in its entirety, or in little pieces.

You can look at the music...by itself...or the lyrics by themselves....or even the background vocals/harmonies..by themselves.

And just admire those little parts.

And then put them together and wow.

There's a kick ass song.

Like, take Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah". The song is completely incredible in its entirety....but just take the word, "Hallelujah" as he sings it. Fucking great! .Shit, I love it when you just hear him emit that singular exhale at the commencement of the track before a single note is played....(on the Grace version). Kinda grabs me by the balls a tiny bit it does...

I love the absolute simplicity of Nick Drake's "Pink Moon" album. I can play that album for hours. And it's nothing. It's so much nothing and so much simplicity and just so bare and naked and yet so much and so tremendous and so right THERE.

And Elliot Smith is a bit like that but less simple, but yet just as simple. And entirely as beautiful.

Then there is the almost musical replica of the female orgasm, Radiohead's "Let Down". I think if you are female, naked, lying on your back, with a man obliging you in every way possible, all over, up and down and sideways.....this song is close to the musical interpretation of the physicalness of it all...the waves, the ups the downs, the pushing his head into it and hips thrusting up to meet it…harder...the clenching, the throwing your head back alluva sudden cuz it felt so good right then...then the quieting down and then the being loud..just for a moment.

But then, climax arrives at precisely 3:40 into the song...and it just expands and contracts and washes over you again and again in warmth and wetness and floating and everything gets smaller and bigger at the same time.

And that's just the song I'm talking about.

It's a SONG.

This is why music rocks.

This is why I love my iPod.

I can appreciate the Nirvana and his pain and his beauty all wrapped up into tiny little musical taquitos served to you over a too small handful of albums.

I can appreciate Slim Shady/Rabbit/Eminem's lyrical genius and rhyming skills cuz that man is a master at what he does. I don’t care what you say.

I am down with Bocelli and every fucking song on Romanza (or even Sogno)…with a special emphasis on Con Ti Partiro and Romanza cuz those songs are the love and sadness and beauty of 33 smiling children, 33 terminally ill mothers and 33 rainbows. And I don't understand any fucking Italian even though I am fucking Italian and two of his fucking songs make me want to cry and I don't have a clue what the fuck he is saying...but what I do know is:

It is the music people. That's what I know.

I don't know Yo (Yo Ma), but I do know his Prelude:Bach Cello Suite #1 in G Major and it's the coolest thing ever and it doesn't have ANY lyrics. But it makes me stop every time to pay attention to it. It does.

Then there's the revolutionary minded street poetry of Gil Scott-Heron. "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" or "Ain't No New Thing" or "Whitey on the Moon". Powerful stuff delivered in a palatable format that you can dance too. (Not that you'd want to) This man had something to say and said it and said it in a way to piss you off and take notice.

I could go on. Really. There's something about most every band/musician I like I could go on about.

And there are so very many bands/musicians in the world to go on about.

I may not know technical, but I know what I like.

I may not be well versed in musical history and what band was formed when and the split off of disgruntled members forming new bands that became other bands and years and genres and good from bad from one hit from pop from ghetto to gangsta to old school...but

I know what moves my insides.

My teenage girl musical heart just follows her heart and where it takes her falling in and out of love and back again and collecting more love and stashing it away like love notes she will read again and again intermittently for ever then closing her eyes and smiling with it all.

She can't help it. She's 15.

And i don't care. I can't help it. How do you help who you fall in love with?

I don’t think you can.

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