Hi there trusted friends and fellows,


Today, I decided to have a relaxing Friday afternoon, kick up my heels (clean up the kitchen) and listen to one of two cds I got from the library the other day but had yet to listen to. 

Track listing:
1.Concierto de Aranjuez- sounds classy!
2. Will O’ the Wisp- hmm, sounds jazzy! and a bit unconventional as well! cool!
3. The Pan Piper- does Miles not know that I play the part of the pan flute on all occasions?
4. Saeta- My Spanish doesn’t cover this one… sounds pretty…
5. Solea- ditto


What a great “sound” experiment this shall be, I think…


-I WILL have melancholic flashbacks of my apartment in Madrid
-THIS is the distinguished music I associate with Spain. (Juanes who? I don’t know what you’re speaking of…
-I AM the type of woman who listens to jazz and then slowly sips a vino tinto from the correct type of glass (there is in fact a… canned beverage in front of me… keepin it classy)


So, off I go!


Track 1 begins. I’m listening. From here on out this is just pure stream of consciousness. Sorry grammar police. However, if you were grammar police you would have stopped reading this by now.


Hmm, this starts a bit somber. Have I ever listened to jazz intentionally before? I like jazz, right? When is Miles Davis from? What does this music have to do with Spain? Why are there so many awkward pauses? it kind of sounds like… an old classic movie, shortly before someone dies. Yes, or before they kill themselves. Oh my god, this is awful. (I think track 2 might be on by now… although how anyone can tell the difference is beyond me)… hmm, I should really give this a chance. jazz is classy! and I play the pan flute and am a MUSICIAN! Why, in school I played piano, flute (regular) clarinet, guitar, violin,  and the occasional assorted instrument we found in the band room…


Sweet crap, this NEVER gets better… I’m starting to feel depressed… the music of Spain as I recall (I’m getting less pretentious, slowly) was “pay no mind” by Beck, and assorted Manu Chao for walking around the city. On long bus trips the occasional Incubus as borrowed from my roommate. At times I would hear some sort of flamenco-rock “fusion” at clubs, or assorted american/british music from 5-6 years ago… (that is Europe people, not Spain)…


but this crap? What the dickens does this have to do with Spain? its AWFUL! The song on now… (why have I not turned this off… I guess Dad’s right, I am stubborn) sounds like a king processing down the damn main street in 1572. At least there’s an iota of pomp in this little bit… Now I’m feeling like Carrie in Sex and the City when she’s dating Jazz musician Ray King:

this episode

remember this guy?

“I don’t know how to tell you this… I HATE Jazz…”


classic episode. Much better than this garbage.


It is now off. Apparently I also. do not. like jazz. 


And by the way, the other album I picked up from the library was Lily Allen’s “it’s not me, its you,” and its fabulous. take a listen if you haven’t already.


Have a great weekend!