Never in a million years did I ever think I would write an essay about running. I hate running. I can think of hundreds…thousands of things that I would rather do with my time than throw on some tennis shoes and go run around my neighborhood with my dog in tow before the sun comes up. Like sleeping. Sleeping is awesome. Running is not. But for some reason or another, my body and mind have become so hooked on this whole running in the morning thing, that my brain is an absolute mess if I skip out on it.
So our main contributors have bared a small piece of their music skeletons. And I was tagged to enter the booth. I really had a tough time with because, you know ALL the music I listen is great and I have impeccable taste.
*Cue the eye rolls and bullshit cough in the background.
Why don’t you go ahead and come over here and sit by the fire. Have yourself a drink…something smooth. Listen to the ice cubes clink around in the glass as you slink down onto the soft and plush rug on the floor. Close your eyes and breathe deeply. Feel the heat from the hearth on your face. Relax. Loosen those top buttons on your shirt and prepare yourself for an aural aphrodisiac. It’s about to get a whole lot sexier in here.
Throughout the course of reacquainting myself with the genre for this column, I discovered that Song Poems (or ‘Song Sharking’ as it was referred to by jaded contributors to the industry) are 100 years old this year. In celebration of the Song Poem’s centenary, it seemed fitting to showcase a modern example of the form. A few years I ago, I was surprised to find that Song Poems were still being sourced and recorded at all while watching the definitive documentary on the subject ‘Off The Charts: The Song Poem Story‘ – the stand out track from which is our chosen Song for today.