Music is as Complicated as Painting/Art

In previous posts I have revealed some of my tastes in art. I suspect my music preferences may be just as eclectic.

Taking a quick look at my iTunes files, I find a range which includes Bjork, Frank Zappa, Mark Knopfler, Norah Jones, Yes, Stackridge, Bonzo Dog DooDah Band, Bach and a whole stack more. All I really know is that I would have real problems coming up with my “Desert Island Discs”.

The lyrics in my music collection don’t really mean much to me, they just need to fit the music. Probably the best exponent of this, in my mind, is Brian Eno. He just makes words fit and then there sometimes seems to be a mysterious synergy/resonance which produces lines like “the passage of my life is measured out in shirts“, which perfectly fits the tune and is also true but I suspect we all find a little bit odd.

Her Come the Warm Jets        The Ship

Eno would probably be top of my choices should I ever be invited on Desert Island Discs (unlikely!) The breadth of his work, from “Here Come the Warm Jets” right through to his latest “The Ship“, continues to surprise me. Strangely, I can’t really put my finger on what it is that fascinates me, it just does!

If you not been struck by his work, have a listen to this:, You’ve probably heard it before and not realised what it was. It’s called “An Ending (Ascent)” and, to me, it’s one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever.