It’s been a grey, cold day. We’ve finally gotten some wintry weather. Perfect for bundling up in a blanket on the couch and binge watching all those great Films Noir — “Laura,” “The Big Sleep,” “Strangers on a Train,” “Woman in the Window,” “The Big Heat,” “The Maltese Falcon,” “Casablanca.” Turner Classic Movies was not cooperating, unfortunately, and besides, I have snowflakes to crochet, and then I remembered I had this Carly Simon album. . . .
And when this palls, I’ve got playlists of instrumental smooth jazz on Napster. Now that I think of it, a Carly Simon playlist — maybe mix in some laid back JT, and Linda Ronstadt did these albums with Nelson Riddle . . . hmmmm.
Am I such an old fogey that all this thumpy-bumpy-chanty-ranty-herky-twerky modern music palls so very quickly? I run across a nice one now and then, but they seem to be few and far between (I watched Neil deGrasse Tyson‘s interview with Katy Perry on Star Talk the other day — I’m sorry. It was like the astrophysicist and the space cadet.) I like melodies and harmonies. I like the sound of orchestral strings as much as I like the sound of guitar strings. I like music that doesn’t beat you over the head or hit you with a wall of sound, with singers who can actually sing and literate lyrics .
I don’t think I’m a musical snob. I mean, if you look at my playlists on Napster, I’ve got everything: Paganini, Pink Floyd, Penguin Cafe Orchestra and the Pointer Sisters; Mozart, Moby, Mancini, and Morton; Tchaikovsky, Tingstad and Rumbel, and Tangerine Dream; Brahams, Beatles, Biosphere and boogie woogie; Liszt, Llewellyn, Lucette Bourdin and Loop Guru. I’ve got Eleftheria Arvanitaki and Lisa Gerrard, Ofra Haza, James Taylor and Michael Franks; blue grass, klezmer, and early Brubeck, Dadawa, Niyaz and Cirque du Soleil. I’ve got Ravi Shankar and both his daughters. In addition to almost every genre from the USA, there’s music on there from Turkey, Iceland, India, eastern Europe, Yemen, Mali, Ireland, Algeria, Greece, Morocco, and Norway. (Ghod, I love the interwebs so much!)
But right now, I’m in a Films Noir mood. . .