i'll share you with the one, who will mend what falls apart
Yes, I know: a lazy way of blogging - I'm a frustrated deejay.
I first heard Sinead sing this over the credits of the magnificent "In the Name of the Father," Jim Sheridan's film with Daniel Day-Lewis, Pete Postlethwaite, Emma Thompson. Had escaped the streets of Mardi Gras that day, a commonplace for folks who were on their way out of the Crescent City, whether you knew it or not. The movie was molten; Sinead rocked me all the way out, for the final blow. As I've said before, this song probably haunts me more than any other. So, first, Sinead, and then some creative, yet intriguing, license with some other old friends.
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posted by murat11 at 10:22 AM
14 Comments:
As always thanks for the tunes. I love having them spin and fill my cabin. My fav. of hers is 'Thank You'. It is sentimental because it was played at the end of my final four day Cranial Sacral workshop. This was after 20 some people cared for and nurtured one another through amazing experiences. So the words were so perfect.
Miz Lee: Fun to think of these tunes going all the way to Whitefish.
Another great day of music. I find it interesting that you call yourself a frustrated deejay. Your profile picture is how I see music when I'm playing my viola in the orchestra. It's all these strands of liquid color swirling around in the air, and each section has to fit their strand in right (or it turns everything muddy brown). If it works you get a glorious explosion of harmony and color. I can't hear it that way from the audience yet unless it's a piece that I've played in an orchestral arrangement, but it is very cool sitting in a swirling bubble of colored dancing notes.
Teresa: I'm glad you're enjoying the music, and what a beautiful description of your experiences when playing: it's gorgeous. The profile picture is a soul portrait that Tina painted of me several years ago. I've always loved the painting, but in the past few months, I've truly begun to see it as "me," and not simply in an "abstract" sense.
Back when I was a babe in the 50s, my mother sold records at San Antonio Music Company; these were in the days when record sellers truly networked and sold: she had regular customers whom she called, several of them musicians in town. There were times down at the store that she'd sit me in a listening booth with a stack of records to play, so the deejayness comes naturally, I suppose.
I never got into Sinead except for the radio. When she first appeared I was taking care of babies and music was "The Wheels On The Bus" or lullabies. It's nice to go back and rediscover music I was unaware of back then. Everything is wonderful but this one haunts me as well. Thanks for it.
I never got into Sinead at all until this song floored me; never really followed her since, save for her understandably idolatrous worship of Van Morrison, and the fact that she has a voice that can go in seven different directions all at once in the blink of an eye. Same thing I hear in (the idolatrously worshiped, with me as idolater) Teena Marie.
So you're a soul man with a true soul portrait! Very interesting that the music in you comes through as colors, too.
Teresa: If you look real closely at the soul portrait, I think you can detect just a smidge of James Brown in the shuck and jive: that or Ed Grimley.
Or maybe just Murat channeling them both, or is that internalizing them both and making his own music??
T: I believe you'll have to take that up with the Cayce folks, though I would hazard that they're both in there (here), except I just can't get my hair into that stunning (I must say) Grimley 'do.
Well, that makes sense if you've INTERNALIZED them. The do is in your cilia, man.
T: Come to think of it, I don't think the 'do would fly at the Instituto. Might have to hike up the pants, too.
Man made the electro lights
To take us out of the dark...
Oh I didn't know this song - how come?
I love this kind of song that feels like a journey, with the constant beats. Right now I'm wondering if I'm still here at my desk or walking through a medieval castle. haha
DM: I don't think she ever really released it; I only knew of it because I'd seen the (awesome) movie. U2's Bono was one of the songwriters. I think it finally showed up somewhere in her discography.
It's wonderful: yanks me right in every time.
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