There is no real reason for this page, other than to draw attention to about one of the very best things in the entire world. God gave it to Kiss, it was John Miles’s first love, Abba thanked you for it, and the angels had it before they even had wings…
I am finally getting around to hoarding it again, restoring the collection on my computer, one ripped CD at the time, and I love it. All of it.
I have what might be called eclectic tastes in music. On my CD shelf Mozart sits next to Eminem, Bach and Savage Garden next to Evanescence and Lisa Ekdal. There is Nat King Cole’s Christmas album, almost the only one I can stand listening to. There is Jussi Bjorling’s indescribable performance to Verdi’s Requiem. There is U2 and there is Nightwish, Freddie Mercury next to Janis Joplin. I will listen to almost anything, if I think I can stand it.
I am always willing to give a moment of my time and the undivided attention of my ears anyone who loves the music and who sings or plays because they want to share it, and because they have a passion for it greater than words can express. That’s what makes music great. When the words are not enough, when they simply cannot cover it anymore, that’s where the music takes over, and tells everything.
A couple of days after Pavarotti left us I posted a video of him on my blog, an attempt to keep his memory alive that was as small as it was unnecessary. It is the theme from Caruso. I don’t understand a word of it, but I can feel the pain. If you have never loved anyone so much that it actually hurts, this is roughly what it feels like.
Shortly after writing that paragraph I managed to find a subtitled version of Caruso, performed by Lara Fabian. The voice and courage necessary to take on a piece that was originally written for Luciano Pavarotti is in itself remarkable. That she sings it very well only makes it better.
Pavarotti made the world a better place by bringing music to as many people as he could. Apocalyptica does the same when they play the cello in their own unique way, and Bobby McFerrin does it with the flair and style that only genius can bring.
Once again, there is no real point to this page other than to say that I love music, and I want to share it with the world. In the end, everything will have been about the music, and that will have been enough. In the end, the music is everything. Take my games, take my movies, take my books, take any and all of my gadgets if you have to, but please let me keep the music. It keeps me sane.
(Don’t bother. I already know Argent did it first. The Kiss version is better though.)