Lisa over at Just Under The Surface blogged recently about the top 5 desert island picks for music, and she got me thinking…what music couldn’t I live without…
So here’s my completely subjective short list:
This is my favorits album of all time and is number one on many best of lists. Able to enduce its own narcotic state without one having to take a single puff…
Best if listened to from beginning to end, since the songs blend seamlessly…not a bad piece for the rocker who likes to do yoga and meditate…I did to this album once…an etherial experience to say the least.
You would think that my favorite band of all time, U2, would be my favorite album choice…My problem is that I love every album and it’s hard to pick one. The newest, No Line on the Horizon, I would put right up there with the best of their work, but I’d like to pick the ultimate here, so it has to be The Joshua Tree. Although Tree is perhaps the most depressing of all U2′s albums, it’s lyricism cannot be matched. Songs like Red Hill Mining Town and A Trip Through Your Wire never made the top 20 song list, but are some of the best songs written by Bono and the gang. Grammy Awards abound.
What can I say…I’m an 80s girl so I have to include another dynamic 80s album, and a British band that was one of the best at the time: Tears For Fears — Songs From the Big Chair. I played this album until I wore out the cassette (yes, we still had cassette players in our cars, kiddies) until I got the CD, which I still carry in my little blue leather CD case. I know every word to this album, if you can believe it. The profound lyrics, based on a psychologist’s studies of how fear affects our lives, tells you how to face those fears, demolish them, and live your life…”Only we can…only we can, work it out!”
Next pic: The Beatles: Love. I love, love, love the Beatles. The White Album or Let It Be may be their best albums…but for me I love this collection…why not get the best of the best in one shot. I would have picked The Beatles No.1s, but this album sequences the songs brilliantly taking one on a spiritual Beatle journey. Eleanor Rigby stops the heart….Later the acoustic version of While My Guitar Gently Weeps will make you “gently weep.”
A few years ago I was a teaching assistant for my daughter’s violin class and I presented a story about Antonio Vivaldi, much to the fascination of the 6th graders I attended. Vivaldi was a Catholic priest in Venice, nick-named The Red Priest because of his flaming red hair, where he taught violin and choir to orphaned girls housed at the church. Unholy he was, however, keeping a young opera-singing mistress on the side while he served masses for the church, of which he was known to leave in the middle of the consecrations of the mass, sometimes not returning, simply because lines to a musical composition struck him and he would leave in order to eradicate it immediately lest he forget later. He unfortunately was not well known at the time for his music. He died a pauper, his music unknown, and was buried in an unmarked grave in Italy to which it is said a road was built over. For some 200, yes, 200 years his works, like The Four Seasons, lay dormant with moths and dust balls in some closet in Venice, until about 60 years ago when they were discovered. My favorite part of The Four Seasons is Summer. Have the violin sheet music…but could never play it fast enough as written.
I leave you with a question today: If you were told that you had only five minutes left to hear for the rest of your life, what song would you want to hear?