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Some music that makes me happy:
I'm not a huge baseball fan, but there's no denying that roots in cricket aside, it's evolved into a quintessentially American game, and there's something special about sitting in the bleachers with a crowd and a Coke. Plus, this song is just so damn joyous that you can't help but feel better after a listen.
I can't embed this one, but Dire Straits' Walk of life is just a giddy pop ditty that I can't stop bouncing in my chair, and who could resist the stroll down 80s fashion lane?
If any band can match or possibly exceed the weightless, rhapsodic joy of Rammstein for me, it's Metallica. They were the first band I truly felt was mine, that I had chosen for myself, and the first band that allowed me to be angry and vent that frustration. I haven't always agreed with their creative direction(St. Anger was a misbegotten thought experiment run amok whose masters should have been shredded and burned, and Lulu...well, for the sake of my sanity, I'm just going to consider that a favor to a musical legend and a Lou Reed album, to boot), but I have always adored them, and I will never forget the kindness Kirk Hammett showed to a sheltered, young, nervous fan who could only have fantasized about the experience have gave her. I don't care if they're eighty years old and taking the stage in wheelchairs and on walkers; I will pay to see them, and pay gladly, and I'm betting that even at eighty, they'll put on a show that few bands will ever be able to match. The raw, seething euphoria of a Metallica show can never be explained to someone who's never been there.
I'm not a huge baseball fan, but there's no denying that roots in cricket aside, it's evolved into a quintessentially American game, and there's something special about sitting in the bleachers with a crowd and a Coke. Plus, this song is just so damn joyous that you can't help but feel better after a listen.
I can't embed this one, but Dire Straits' Walk of life is just a giddy pop ditty that I can't stop bouncing in my chair, and who could resist the stroll down 80s fashion lane?
If any band can match or possibly exceed the weightless, rhapsodic joy of Rammstein for me, it's Metallica. They were the first band I truly felt was mine, that I had chosen for myself, and the first band that allowed me to be angry and vent that frustration. I haven't always agreed with their creative direction(St. Anger was a misbegotten thought experiment run amok whose masters should have been shredded and burned, and Lulu...well, for the sake of my sanity, I'm just going to consider that a favor to a musical legend and a Lou Reed album, to boot), but I have always adored them, and I will never forget the kindness Kirk Hammett showed to a sheltered, young, nervous fan who could only have fantasized about the experience have gave her. I don't care if they're eighty years old and taking the stage in wheelchairs and on walkers; I will pay to see them, and pay gladly, and I'm betting that even at eighty, they'll put on a show that few bands will ever be able to match. The raw, seething euphoria of a Metallica show can never be explained to someone who's never been there.
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