Life is too short to be wasting it on music I don't like. If a piece of music doesn't open up a room I'm in, I don't want to listen to it. Music creates new rooms for me, sometimes entire mansions. There are almost always walls, but sometimes no roof or a floor.
Last night while waiting for friends to arrive for a meeting at the house I put on an album by Edith Piaf, (recorded in Mono!), and everything became a set for a French movie. The room was black and white and looked like it needed the despeckling filter in Photoshop. That's what I love about music. I can't even remember the title of the album I was listening to (it was a gift from my brother), but the music transformed a moment in my life and transported me to another place for a little while.
If the music inspires and creates a safe space for me to dream, or a space that's filled with color and movement, I'll listen. I won't remember the label or who produced it, but I will remember the room it put me in, the color of the walls, and if the room had a floor.
Trivia: Edith Piaf's matron of honour at her wedding in 1952 was Marlene Dietrich.
Oddity: Piaf singing La Vie en Rose turns my living room into pointillism.
Excitement: Rain all weekend. More Piaf in store for me.
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3 comments:
Agreed and beautifully written. I really enjoy your words.
An aside of sorts: I have a fairly large collection of both Edith Piaf and Marlene Dietrich music. ("I'll have what the boys in the backroom will have... ")
And, um, then there's the case of my Google icon. ;)
I agree! French people are awesome! Um, except when they are not!
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