...and culturally ignorant, too, but I have just discovered Sting! :) I fully admit to my shameful neglect of the current music scene. My daily musical exposure is pretty much limited to the Twinkle Variations and various Disney Princess movie themes these days. But Polly has been here this week and I've fallen in love with the poetry in this man's music. I'm totally going to write the story behind the quick snapshot of "After The Rain Has Fallen" What a fascinating short glimpse into some gothic tale of romance and adventure.
I know, I know, I'm really too old for this teen-age obsession with a music group/artist, but seriously, folks, this guy is amazing. The lilting quality of "Moon Over Bourbon Street" is hauntingly beautiful and is still reverberating in my mind.
And he's a man of a thousand moods, too. I mean, seriously, compare "I Need You Like This Hole In My Head" (a ballad of the dolphin folk--not kidding) to "Fields of Gold". And the musical styles are just as diverse as the lyrics-- example: "Englishman In New York" (totally quirky nonsense) and the dolphin one (also very quirky) to the smooth lilt of "Fields of Gold" or "Bourbon Street".
Gosh, I could go on and on... But I won't. Suffice it to say, I feel that I have found a kindred spirit in the music world and now you all know what you can get me for Christmas! ;)
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Oh Lisi. I don't even know what to say to that.
I was also taken with Sting a few years back, so much so that when I ran across a biography of him--may have actually been his autobiograohy--I grabbed it, read it, and was quickly disillusioned. Betrayed by another brillliant word/feeling manipulator, who, by his own admission, has never had a real experience of transcendance, believes nothing, observes all, brilliantly, and beckons us to worship--HIM! Perhaps the nearest thing, as he describes it, to "knowing" anything bigger than the inside of his own head was taking a very powerful (and definitely illegal) drug in a group setting in (I think) South America. Almost everyone in the group vomited, which was a promised result of the "experience," He came through it all without vomiting (I think, but it's been awhile) and pretty much unaffected. Like so many twentieth century artists, the message is ME and not truth. Sorry Lisi, though I agree he is effective and definitely SOUNDS as though he understands something about Truth. But you have to admit he is just hazy and ambiguous enough to leave you guessing what he really means. That is by his own intention: he doesn't KNOW what he's trying to say, sing...whatever.
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