Ah, what can compare with the exchange of music among friends?
Take the people behind the scenes of this award-winning Blog. Long before Contributors were being consulted by Barack Obama (and perhaps even considered!!!)for his Vice-Presidential choice, their accomplishments as listeners of music had ascended to epic proportions.
The great Symbol for which is of course Oxymoron's Listening Room which, while now defunct, will never die in our collective imagination. And one day, we are sure, it will, Phoenix-like, re-emerge in all its glorious physical form.
On a personal level, the enormously-broadening influence Amy Reads and Roof Almighty have wielded on Harrogate's musical tastes have been alluded to before in this space, and are thoroughly documented in the private Discourses which Board Members have shared over the years. And that Supadiscomama's Musical Aesthetics have seeped into and enriched Harrogate's auditory core, should go without saying.
But each and every Contributor to The Rhetorical Situation has grown Harrogate's musical experience in new and exciting ways since he has met them. And recent events suggest this only stands to continue: only this week, megs provided Harrogate with the information he needs to get started on the Hooverphonic front.
But today's Colbertian Tip of the Hat goes to Paperweight and M, who lent him (among other things) Feist CD's last weekend, to which Harrogate has listened almost continually ever since. Verily, the sheer smoothness and joy emanating particularly from the album Reminder almost pisses Harrogate off, when he thinks about how long he went unaware of it.
So in case anyone else isn't in the loop on Feist, here's a nice rendition of "My Moon My Man."
8 comments:
Ah, the listening room. Harrogate brings back fond memories indeed.
And your post is so timely. Just yesterday I was thinking about resurrecting the listening room. As Oxybaby and her mother played in the living room, where the hi-fi gear now resides, I fought to tune out their yelling and laughing in favor of something more melodious.
I'm glad you enjoyed Feist, Harrogate.
And Oxymoron, I have to disagree--there is nothing that can be played on a turntable that is more melodious or better for the soul than the laughter of your child.
Yes, I know, M. And I knew that objection would come. But still, sometimes when you're trying to hear something on the news or a particularly good guitar solo...
I'll grant you that. Sometimes I miss silence.
Silence can be something of a joy when you're working at home, but go figure it is interrupted by the neighbor's bass. Must say, had enough and gave Feist a turn. Needless to say, after her melodious voice echoed loud enough to be heard on my deck, I have not heard the next door base at all.
I guess my musical penis was bigger.
paperweight:
excellent move. and, musical penis. what a great band name that would be.
It seems to me that the idea of a "bigger penis" is a bit of an oxymoron (the figure of speech, not me). To refer to one's appendage as "penis" reveals a certain lack of confidence in the size of one's manhood. Consider this revision: "I guess my musical cock was bigger." This is more persuasive, I think. "Cock" creates a sound-image (to borrow from Saussure) that signifies a male part that swings low and with some weight. Within the context of your post, "cock" would imply a battle between heavyweights." Your use of "penis," on the other hand, suggests a spastic slap fight between two awkward prepubescent boys who read Popular Science magazine. I mean, come on, PW!!!
Excellent work, oxymoron. Such symmetry betwixt signifier and signified, such emphasis on not mixing one's metaphors.
Musical cock. Yea, an even better band name.
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