So why am I rambling about music?
Because The Lord of The Rings, more so with the unabridged version, as well as The Hobbit, and my current favorite read, The Children of Hurin, are books full of songs. Middle Earth‘s inhabitants pass on their wisdon through song, much like our own ancestors did.
These books, these movies, the music, all are retelling of stories heard, seen and handed down, generation after generation. And there is a certain novelty and homage when an artist plays a character emulated from his predecessor, when a musician records a piece of music remembered from his youth, but sings it in a way that the song becomes his own. Even a good book changes with each reading. The Beatles’ songs are being retold with every generation of musicians. So how come we have jazz musicians jamming on Hank Williams music? And so what if Robocop is getting a new movie.? Continue reading
There was a scene in The Hobbit where the dwarves were having a feast, despite Bilbo‘s adamant protests. And indeed we have a sort of Gandalf within our motley crew of misfits. It was really very much like my hooligan years, so very like this photo
I couldn’t understand why that scene brought to mind my age of decadence and hedonism. Ha ha! Later I realized, each of these gatherings always have beer, or any kind of liquor, for that matter. There’d be food, insults and bullshit, laughter, the works! And of course, the music and the singing. [That is me, holding the songbook and a microphone, with Arniel, a far better singer and definitely better looking] Continue reading