html xmlns:og='' xmlns:expr=''> Lounging at the Waldorf: Music, When It's Really Great


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Music, When It's Really Great

For an adult, the world is constantly trying to clamp down on itself. Routine, responsibility, decay of institutions, corruption: this is all the world closing in. Music, when it's really great, pries that shit back open and lets people back in, lets light in, and air in, and energy in, and sends people home with that and sends me back to the hotel with it. People carry that with them sometimes for a very long period of time.

Bruce Springsteen

Nat "King" Cole 
Your voice, equal parts cocoa powder and honey. 
The way you play piano, every finger doing it's own little happy dance across the keys. 

Sly Stone
Many of your songs are anthems. Stand. Dance to the Music
The rest are secrets, hushed quadrophonic lullabies. Small Talk. In Time

Siouxsie Sioux and Nina Hagen
So many teens tried to be her before realizing only Siouxsie can be Siouxsie. 
And as for Nina, Born in Xixax separates the men from the boys, doesn't it?

Jimi Hendrix
I take his songs for granted now. Some ditty on the radio in a rented car. 
But he first time I heard Little Wing when I was 14, I cried. 

Deborah Harry
I saw her with The Jazz Passengers at a club in California. And when she marched 
through the audience singing The Tide Is High, she spun around and pointed at me. Mind blowing.

Chaka Khan 
Your voice, a horn.
Your power, a galaxy.

Venus as a Boy, the Artist as a Girl.
Gears turning. What is she thinking? Already creating? 

Thelonioous Monk
Me, 20, San Francisco, cigarette perched between two fingers, Thelonious on the turntable. 
There was an air of sophistication I was trying to procure. It didn't stick.

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