NaPoWriMo Apr 3

Music is Life

Music moves the human soul

More sure than anything

From classical to modern rock

To lullabies we sing

There’s nothing else will speak to us

Reach out and touch our hearts

Like that one song which resonates

In our most secret parts

From goths with Evanesence in

The headphones on their ears

To some Gen Xer cruising by

And blasting Tears for Fears.

A universal code is there

Locked in each measured beat

With all of life recorded in

A catalogue complete

It matters not if you’re alone

Or mingled in a crowd

A song so soft it’s barely heard

Or yet bone jarring loud

For music is as close as we

Will get to the divine

So please stay but a moment while

I share this song of mine

Cheers,

NAPOWRIMO Day 6.

Music Is…

The notes and words go flowing by,
Some let us ride along.
And for a time, once in a while,
We find a favourite song.

But faithless hearts and fickle ears,
All ensure that will change.
They tempt us then and captivate,
With tunes both new and strange.

A beat that’s new, no beat at all,
They’ll try ‘most anything.
Though when they start to shriek and moan,
I’m not sure they can sing.

But who am I to judge such things,
There’s plenty love that sound.
When fifteen thousand see their show,
Their stomping shakes the ground.

The country crowd’s all boots and hats
And my dog took my truck.
And it don’t matter what you do,
Sometimes it’s down to luck.

The pop tarts sometimes flash some skin,
‘Cause they all sound the same.
And some days that’s the only way,
To snatch at fleeting fame.

Some classic bands are still around,
They sell out concerts too.
So long as there is someone who,
Reminds them what to do.

But I will share this truth my friend,
It’s down to you and l.
Whatever songs we love are “great”
They help our spirits fly.

Cheers, Winston

Amy Winehouse Was More Than “Back To Black”

Whatever else Amy Winehouse may have been, regardless of how she may have lived, she was a person. According to Stephen Marche writing in Maclean’s magazine Aug 9, that doesn’t matter. In a burst of self-indulgent idiocy of truly epic proportions Mr. Marche not only pretends to know the “real” meaning of her album “Back to Black”, he insists her talent was of greater value than she was.

Among his more egregious violations is the claim that by placing deep chimes in the middle of the song “Back to Black” she “rings the bells in her own memory”. He then goes on to say the song was a “funeral elegy to herself”. He draws prescient meaning from drug references, to create the impression she knew she was going to die. He doesn’t quite accuse her of suicide, but close to it.

Even these conceits are not extreme by Maclean’s standards. Indeed, many of those who have chosen to cash in on her death have presumed to know her mind based on her public persona. I understand. That’s the type of article the public wants, and it’s their job to give it to them. No, Stephem Marche had something much more vile and insidious in store.

He quotes an interview she gave to Rolling Stone magazine in 2007. “I don’t want to be ungrateful,” she said. “I know I’m talented, but I wasn’t put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family.” What was this loathsome hack’s response you may ask? “What self-conception could be more in error? What statement could be further from the truth?”. That is his response to this young woman’s desire for a normal life. She wanted at some level to step back from precipice at the end of the path she was on. He accuses her of throwing away her talent. Of being so talented, she had no understanding of how precious that talent was. In this there is an implied obligation to share. An objectifying vocal slavery requiring her to sing at his whim regardless of her wishes.

But it is in the final line of his article we find by far the most telling insight into his grotesque and distorted psyche.

“Sometimes 33 minutes can be worth more than 27 years.”.

If Stephen Marche truly believes that 33 minutes of music is of greater value than Amy’s life, he should be put on a pedestal in a museum. The plaque would read, “Here stands Stephen Marche. The Defining Example Of All That Is Wrong With The Cult Of Celebrity”. Nearby would be baskets of spoiled fruit and rotten eggs for patrons to throw at it.

p.s.
The premature end of Amy Winehouse’s life is truly a tragedy for her family and friends. So are the thousands of other lives lost to drugs and alcohol both literally and figuratively every year.

Cheers, Winston