My boys and the essence of a song

This is going to be a very boring post.

You know how you have those songs which, at times in your life, completely and aptly describe your situation? Well, there's this beautiful song by Fiona Apple called 'Shadowboxer', that I used to love. I listened to it nonstop and then suddenly grew tired of it. One day, recently, I was in the shower and playing music on my oh-so-cool phone and loudly singing along while washing my hair, and this song suddenly pops up. I'd completely forgotten that it was still on my playlist on the phone and it gave me a little frisson of happiness (or something like it) to listen to it again.

And as the song played and I sang along, I realised how perfectly, incredibly apt it was regarding not 1 or 2 but 3 men in my life! I empathise with every line in the song right now. Which is why I'm so enamoured by this idea, because there have been many songs that I have identified with but there are always some lines or words that do not gel for me. This one does.

So here are the words and I'll try to link the song as well.

Shadowboxer - Fiona Apple

Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to pretend
What a cunning way to condescend
Once my lover, now my friend

Oh, you creep up like a cloud
And you set my soul at ease
Then you let your love abound
And you bring me to my knees

Oh, its evil,babe,the way you let your grace enrapture me
When, well, you know, I'd be insane -
To ever let that dirty game recapture me

You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do
I been swinging all around me
cause I don't know when you're gonna make your move

Oh, your gaze is dangerous
And you fill your space so sweet
If I let you get too close,
You'll set your spell on me

So, darlin', I just wanna say
Just in case I don't come through
I was on to every play
I just wanted you

But, oh, its so evil, my love,
The way you've no reverence to my concern
So, Ill be sure to stay wary of you, love,
To save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn

You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do
I been swinging all around me
cause I don't know when you're gonna make your move

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVpHFLF2gNY

Here you go.

And as for the boys, you know who you are.

Music and its Moods

I used to think there was a song for every feeling in the world.. everytime i am strongly under the influence of an emotion i find a song that suits my mood.


somehow, i cant find a song that i can identify with at the moment. Is it because i dont listen to a particular genre? Or is it that there isnt a song written yet for this kinda mood? Or is it that maybe i am meant to write the song for this mood? (but the words wont come, i tried)



wah!

Buddy Guy *sigh*

so i went for the Buddy Guy concert! :D


C got me tickets to the concert, which was organised by the One Tree Music festival.. and i totally had to go..

My aunt's come down from New York, and she's quite a partay annimull, so i decided to take her along.. so about 5 of us ended up going there together.. and oh mah gawd!
OHHH MAAAH GAAAWWD!!

i know this sounds kinda crazy but he's brilliant that man, i could fall in love with him.. really.

before the concert there were a bunch of singers from bombay who just got onto the stage and performed a bit.. really good stuff.. there was this acapella band called Conchorde who were absofuckinglutely brilliant. http://smileyourbluesaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-bathroom-singers-youve-ever-heard.html
how can you not like these boys?
apparently they aint together no more, what a shame! :(

i'd love to get my hands on some of their music...


getting back to Buddy Guy, i'd only heard a few songs by him, and i liked them but i'd been in a Michael Buble mood for a very long while and i hadnt heard his (BG's) songs too often..

so i was with C buying a bottle of water and when we heard them start the concert, i almost ran toward the stage, luckily we'd reached a bit early and found a place somewhere in front, so we got there and i put my stuff down, he started singing, strumming and i was a goner.. just stood there and swayed and 'wiggled my butt' and had a blast..

dressed in a simple khaki shirt and pants with this cute little hat on his head (i think its called a fedora, without the feather) and this pale yellow guitar, he just moved his fingers and mouth in such a way that i'm sure got the ladies (and gentlemen) in the audience feeling the same way a female rock fan feels, just before she takes off her underwear and flings it on stage.
he's probably around 60 but man that guys got a powerful voice, he could be heard over the electronics even when he whispered, geeez and what clarity! most singers, even if theyre that talented, mumble into the mike. and whatttta performer, crowd pleaser, babeh..

there was this ramp going up sideways the front of the stage and at one point he walked down in and came into the crowd and walked through, happily playing his guitar all along and singing.. then he went back otward the stage and ran up the ramp..

then walter trout came out and they performed together and there was this other guy on the keyboard who was brill-fuckin'-iant and another fellow on the guitar who was amazing..

there was a point when the three of them were just jamming together, walter trout, BG and the keyboardist and i just closed my eyes and let my body sway to the music until the lady behind me, who was this 'larger than average' woman in a horrible black and white lycra tshirt clinging to her 'curves' and shaking her thang, started singing on the top of her voice.. and that killed the mood for me..

at the end of the concert he came and threw a few of his picks into the crowd and i've never seen people jump like that to get them... then out came the famous polka dotted guitar and 'Mustang Sally', baby... which has got to be the sexiest song in the world, whatta hip-thrusting beat!
i loved loved loved loved being there, and to think that i was going to leave early and go dancing at Bohemia which i do almost every weekend, jeeeeez (silly Nat)
inspite of fat singing lady and other idiots who thought they could sing along with the man, and the whole crowd thing, whatta concert...

THIS was real singing, a real performance, a real live kick ass concert...

and worth way waay waaay more than the six hundred bucks it cost.


(oh for all you BG fans, my friend has taken a video of a part of the concert and i shall post the link here as soon as i can)