#507 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday November 12)
Good morning,
MUSIC
I’ve been listening to some music recently that easily could have been recorded by prior musical greats—not total rip-offs, but certainly reminiscent:
“Get Lucky,” by Daft Punk (with Pharrell Williams)—which sounds like 1970s disco/funk:
Sounds like disco/funk? Shades of the 70s…
I really enjoy the band Oasis (introduced to be my my kids). They are most famously known for “Champagne Supernova.” Here is “Whatever.” by Oasis,, which sounds a lot like the Beatles:
I’m not the first to note the similarities in style and chords. If you’re wonky enough, here’s an analysis of the Oasis/Beatles comparison. This is oddly compelling and persuasive:
POETRY
September Tomatoes
By Karina Borowicz
The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots
and toss them in the compost.
It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready
to let go of summer so easily. To destroy
what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months.
Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit.
My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village
as they pulled the flax. Songs so old
and so tied to the season that the very sound
seemed to turn the weather.
Introduction to Poetry
By Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
Have a great day,
Glenn