Tuneage

I’ve been deaf for 8 years and change now (ten total since I wrote this post) yet I still get songs stuck in my head on a daily basis. This is not a complaint at all, not even mildly. I’m loving this! Mostly. Just like in my hearing days the songs that queue up on the internal iPod often feel entirely random. At first anyway.

This morning, out of the blue, Rossano Brazzi crept in and broke out all over the joint in Some Enchanted Evening.

Why, why, WHY! I recall, in freshman solfeggio, getting Bali Hai  drilled into my bean — a mnemonic devise to bring a major 7th to mind but Some Enchanted Evening? No clue.

For me, musical theater was always located on one of the lower rings of Hell, to the east of
accordion epics and due north of most Christmas Carols. Yet I love opera. There's no respectable answer for this.

I chalk up the surprise South Pacific assault to college memories creeping in to attack me as I sleep.

Last week I could not get Stevie Nix out of my head. She was singing that White Winged Dove song — the version from Charles Laquedara's Big Mattress show on WBCN in the early '80s.
 
She crooned a duet live with an unadorned recording of herself. It brings Andy Warhol’s Letter To The World to my mind -- a layering and outlining of images and sound.

I was never a fan of Nix — not liking the wispy waif persona. I was more of a Grace Slick, Chrissie Hynde, Kate Bush appreciator. Having said that -- this version, this performance was monster fab. Can’t have been bad if, 30 years later, I’ve got it spinning on my personal juke box and I’m smiling too.

I wonder what tunes will be at the top of the play list tomorrow — these things can’t be planned.