Location: Kilchberg
Music: Viva la Vida – Coldplay – Viva la Vida or Death and all his Friends
Mood: Viva la Vida!
Let me quote Ianto Jones from Torchwood by saying that I dabble when it comes to music. From Ciara to Nightwish and Yanni to Tokio Hotel and Hillsong to AC/DC or some A.R. Rahman, I’m open-minded. I’m not hating on saying people who refuse to listen to anything but Rock or only Rap, that’s fine by me. Music is personal, and you should be able to choose how it works for you. Enjoy it! I had a friend Heather, who told me that Fall Out Boy sucked for not being half as good as the good old bands like Foreigner. I was 15, felt like an idiot for listening to Fall Out Boy. What people need to realize is that it’s not that same thing, Foreigner is amazing, but Fall Out Boy is a fun, let me just feel like a kid again sort of band:)
(Of course there is awful music out there, has anyone heard cough cough k$sha? Because that’s exactly what impressionable children of today need to see, right? Yeah. Please note the sarcasm)
Anyways, the point is, I dabble.
I’m just sort of dancing upon clouds of music and settling on whatever tickles my fancy. Then I sort of decide to lie on the cloud for a couple of weeks, or months, or years. When I picked up Hillsong, I stayed there for a full year and some. Never really got over them, I still get so excited when they release a new one… What I’m trying to explain is that I don’t get bored with music and move along, I still like whatever I listened to before. I think I grow with the musicians I listen to. For example, I want to note Hilary Duff. I adored her first CD Metamorphism when it came out. Nowadays, the songs are very memory-enticing but nothing more, I don’t relate well to them anymore… however, I do with her newer CD’s. Then there’s music I didn’t understand and do now. Coldplay during like 2002(I was 10), was exquisitely dark and melancholic and abrasive and I think I just wasn’t mature enough to understand them, so I put them in a pile of strange music I should come back to.
They were a cloud I skipped off of, and I just landed back onto them. It’s still exquisitely dark and melancholic, and beautiful. When I listen to their music, I get a feel of 1850’s London, of this very dark and angsty (but not a Simple Plan, teenager angst sort of way). It’s a rainy day in London, everybody is dressed up in uncomfortable clothes that nobody wants to wear, lots of black, lots of fog and haziness and just plain confusion on the dirty streets of London.
Sometimes I get stuck on songs, and at them moment it is Viva la Vida by Coldplay,
"Viva La Vida" soars in with a grandiose instrumental arrangement and sweeping lyrics detailing the pain of being deposed from a lofty position. The big sound of the song constantly verges on becoming overblown, but Coldplay know how to walk the tightrope perfectly. Bells and chimes and orchestral swells are all there on the chorus, but Chris Martin's voice still pierces through like a clarion call. Lyrically, the pain of the protagonist is clear, but the sweep of words about Jerusalem bells, Roman cavalry, and Saint Peter give "Viva La Vida" an air of intelligence rare in today's most popular pop songs.
—Bill Lamb, About.com.
I will probably be on this cloud for a VERY long time, I’ve got 4 albums to go through.
