Of course I like music. From the days of my childhood listening to family favourites on the radio on Sunday morning to Sunday afternoon listening to Pick of the Pops with Alan Freeman, I loved it all. I progressed to opera as a teenager and often visited Sadlers Wells Theater in London at the Angel for a nice juicy opera. I discovered Verdi and Rossini, Puccini and all the rest. Of course Covent Garden would have been better, with all the famous stars, but a teenager in London in the sixties did not have the money.
Instead of boring you with YouTube videos of my favourites which are probably not your favourites, I just took a selection of the CD’s I like to listen to and took a photo. I know today we all do streaming. I had to ask Mr. Swiss what it is called, as I am still an old fashioned golden oldie. His computer is full of music, mine is full of photos. All the same I could not resist. On the top left we have Best of Udo Jürgens who suprisingly passed away last year. Ok he was knocking on 80, but could still do a good song with his piano accompaniment: nice little songs and no problem to listen to. In the middle at the top Paolo Conte, my all time favourite Italian singer. I have all of his records and my workmates bought me a ticket (actually two, one for Mr. Swiss as well) for a concert in Bern for my birthday. It was great. Next to him on the right we have a young Billy Joel, they were all young when I listened to them. I must admit I never actually bought the record, it was again a birithday present from my son. Bottom left Tom Waits, need I say more: a great composer, singer and also poet. I am sure my blogging colleague Martha would agree. On the right at the bottom Arlo Guthrie. Actually I only got the CD for “Spirit of New Orleans” but soon realised that it was just the tip of the musical ice berg. The complete CD is a great work. This is just a summary, we all have our music tastes.
Do not ask me about todays hits as I do not have a clue. It might be that I am losing my understanding of modern youth, but I do not find it so much music as a sign of the times. Rap is ok (I like it in french), but it can be exhausting to listen to, although I have two colleagues, twins actually, who have made quite a name for themselves in our local rapping world in Switzerland. Hip Hop and Punk is also not my style, but when you are approaching 70, you prefer things quiter and less exciting. I do not think that it would benefit my muscular aches and pains.
The man on the drums on the left is Mr. Swiss, so you can imagine what a musical world I live in. He began playing as a teenager, and still plays today as a golden oldie. He is the proud possessor of two drum sets as well as an electric one, for the sake of the neighbours when he practices at home. He can always wear the ear phones. Otherwise he has a room in our local town where he can send out the beat to his contentment. The photo was taken at a local jam session. A friend has a farmhouse and used to have jazz concerts. The room is still there and there is often a session. This is the other part of my music education, jazz. Not the traditional stuff, but the real thing, like Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Cannonball Adderly and his brother Nat and many others. After 47 years of marriage I would said I know all about it and it has grown on me. Mr. Swiss also meets regularly with a few colleagues for a practice. Now and again there might be a gig. The problem is when playing drums, that you cannot put them in a little case like the trumpet player and go to a concert. The drums have to be transported, assembled and when the evening is finished, again dismantled. Eventually arrive home in the early morning hours, worn out not so much from playing but all the moving work. When you are young it is no problem, but as the years go past, you tend to slow down.
I am the coincidental expert in jazz I suppose. I like a bit of everything, you have to in my family. My oldest son has a couple of thousand CD’s covering the pop music from the sixties, seventies and a bit further: so many records, I have lost touch. My youngest also has his music. I remember when he bought the CD of Nirvana, Nevermind, with the baby on the cover. It was something completely different and his mum was quite astonished. It must have been almost 20 years ago, as when searching for some backup info on this blog I just read that the baby is now 20 years old. Nirvana: Nevermind. Yes, my son is now approaching golden oldie age, although I remember him buying the record. He must have been one of the first in Switerland to have the CD. I also remember when he was once at home recovering from an illness and spent the boring time phoning the Swiss radio station guessing the recording years of certain records. He won a token to buy records twice, but eventually gave up as he found the questions too easy, and decided he might be overdoing it.
And now I am sitting outside on the porch listening to the sounds of the birds and Mowey, my automatic lawn mower. There is music in everything really, you just have to listen.
Daily Prompt: Music