So it's mid-October, which means it's about that time to dance around my bedroom like a freaking maniac to Ladyhawke's self-titled album!!!!
I recently read Robert Jourdain's Music, the Brain, and Ecstasy -- and liked very little of it. He had a hardon for classical music, to the exclusion of all else -- particularly lyrical music. Lyrics, god, that's just cheap poetry set to cheap tunes; how plebeian.
Jourdain: you suck.
Case in point: the chorus to Ladyhawke's "Better Than Sunday."
I can't walk the line / I can't see the time
I'm falling out of view
I'm sinking into you
I'm leaving Monday / it's better than Sunday
I'm feeling younger / it's better than wiser
I mean come on. Come ON! Set to a pulsing, desperate beat; sung passionately; there is NOTHING ELSE like music and lyrics twining, inexorably, together. Sometimes one or the other sucks, sometimes they're both great but somehow don't mesh ---- but the great, the truly miraculous, moment in music is when they fucking COALESCE and you are taken.
I'm leaving Monday / it's better than Sunday
The amount of poetry in seven simple, simple words.
The amount of directions anyone could go with just this, let alone the rest of the chorus -----
It's fucking breathtaking.
Lyrics are so important.
