The grim-faced troops brace themselves. The whistle blows and the sergeant yells, “Over the top, men!” They emerge from the trench to a hailstorm of machine-gun bullets.
I’m glad my sorting of hundreds of albums in various categories wasn’t anything like that, except for the “over the top” part. Or maybe “overboard” would be a better word. I cannot contain myself, not only because of my expanding waistline but because I love so many kinds of music. Last year didn’t disappoint me; 2015 was a great year for all the main genres I’ve grown to love during my two-thirds of a century.
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Part 1: “Nayh,” I hear a few of you say in strange accents, “you’re revealing your other true colours. Yesterday was all prog metal. Today it’s almost all folk metal. You’re just a Simon & Garfunkel in a dirndl that would look much better on a Vraulein with less hair on her knees.”
Part 2: Have I mentioned that I love Laura ❤ Binder of Dalriada?
Part 3: Have I mentioned that I love Sarah ❤ Layssac of Arkan?
Part 4: Have I mentioned that I love Masha ❤ Scream of Arkona?
I don’t want to visit the Moon. All that dust would make me sneeze. Nor do I need to visit any other planetary or lunar bodies in our solar system. I’ll wait for an advanced civilisation to invite me to visit their world where they destroyed AutoTune as soon as it was invented.
He also has a mixed diet. He eats all his own food and all of the other cats’ food. His favourite kind of metal music tastes like tuna, he says.
That reminds me of some lyrics I wrote but which, amazingly, haven’t been snapped up by any band:
I am one of those who can speak through both me knees.
My left knee can say “thank you” and my right knee can say “please”.
Yet the longest words that I have ever uttered through my limbs
Are shorter than the longer words that people sing in hymns.
This is a good day for nothing more energetic than listening to music. The combination of temperature and humidity here in Zululand gives us a humiture, or heat index, of an effective 41 degrees C. That’s on the boundary between “Dangerous” and “Extremely Dangerous” for outdoor activity that requires any exertion.
The Zulu kids on the lawn in front of my office are playing football. I’ll stay here with cool music.
One of the innumerable glories of music is that it spans time as well as physical, political and other boundaries. Music is four-dimensional. That’s why it’s so easy to get lost in it.