Toya Delazy (song of the week)

 

I find it incredibly refreshing to have a pop star who not only sings about things worth singing about, but also keeps her clothes on. Plus this song has a great message, and it has become my get-pumped jam.

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Of Monsters and Men (song of the week)

 

My younger sister introduced me to this wonderful tune this past summer. The careful arrangement combined with the rise and fall of volume creates a phenomenal work of art. The lyrics are perfect. As usual I would recommend taking a quiet minute to appreciate this gorgeous song in it’s entirety.

Happy Monday.

Lennon & Maisy (song of the week)

I don’t think I’ve properly expressed how much I love these two girls. Their voices are beautiful, they blend perfectly, and their stage presence is humble. It makes me so happy to see performers who respect themselves and their music – they don’t try to be showy or flamboyant, and as a result, their work is purely lovely. I highly recommend just taking a few minutes to stop whining about Justin Beiber and appreciate that there are kids out there who sing like this.

Sam Cooke (song of the week)

 

I have been on a massive blues kick for the past year at least. It has been wonderful.

This is the music I listen to in private for the most part, except for over Easter break when my cousin and I drove across Pennsylvania with the windows down and music filling our souls – Luther “Guitar Junior” Johnson, Etta James, Buddy Guy, Robert Johnson, John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters…ultimately, the parents of all modern music. This stuff fills up my ears and wipes out all stress. I am overwhelmingly overflowed with the beauty of it every time.

 

Also, this <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6azbeWRkhoE&gt; gives me hope for my generation.

Come What May(song of the week)

Moulin Rouge confuses me. The film in and of itself is a work of art, the music perfect, and the plot line clever. It’s the kind of film that becomes a classic of cult classics, an epic anthem for a romance-craving generation.

However, something about it just didn’t sit right with me. Aside from not particularly condoning the lifestyles of the characters therein, there was something lacking about the love story. It was empty, hollow, broken – a far more true depiction of romance than the glossy, Hollywood chick flicks – but in an indie, perfect way, which was entirely too romantic for my tastes (which is not saying much.) And its overwhelming dramatic (somewhat overly so, to the point of utter cheesiness and lies) portrayal of a brothel was a little crazy.

This doesn’t change the fact that I adore the sound track, and love finding other fans of the film who will belt out the duets with me. (naturally, I sing Ewan McGregor’s part, regardless of my partner’s gender. Do what I want.) Moulin Rouge is certainly not one for the kids, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be singing mine to sleep with the song Come What May.