Musical Accent?

Last week I wrote about digital music, then it occurred to me there is a far more interesting topic where music is concerned.

Do you find that people tend to lose their regional accents when they sing? (I mean when they sing in English cause I can only speak two other languages but I wouldn't be able to identify accents). I've often listen to a band or singer and been surprised to find out they weren't a native English speaker. I've been just as surprised to hear different singers speak in a strong, American, English, Irish (etc) accent but when they sing there is no trace of it. If fact it seems almost an effort to sing with a very recognisable accent. For example there is a singer I adore call Rosie Thomas, who has an almost comical high pitched (but endearing) voice but when she sings its an almost shocking transformation you'd never guess she was the same person.

I've also read that singing therapy has help people who stutter to over come their speech impediment - which completely fascinates me. There is even a case that singing can improve ones mood - much like chocolate.

So what is so different about our voices when we sing? I'll have to go away and read up on this but I just thought I'd share...so go one belt out a number at the top of your voice, you know you want to!

N.B With the way thing are at the moment I might be limited to posting on Mondays only. Fear not I will do my best to make sure that my post are worth the visit.


The Music Game

Gone are the days of records, tapes and even CDs and though those day were great I can't help but love digital music era. I recently upgraded my mp3 player. Thus I can now fit the whole of our iTunes folder on one device with room for more. Of course I have enough music to last me a life time but both E and I have the same problem - we have each others music. This means I sometimes hit random and end up listening to Cap'n'Jazz, who I hate and E has to scroll through loads and loads of "la la la music" (aka Joni Mitchell).

E and I have very different opinions on music. To me lyrics are vital, it takes a lot to presaude me to like a song with bad or mediocre lyrics. Then again I can be swayed to like a rather poorly composed song if the lyrics are really good. E on the other hand, thinks the melody is the most important part and the vocalist is just another instrument so its not what they say but how they say it. Thus we don't agree most of the time. Even with bands or musicians we both like chances are we'll preffer totally different albums or songs to each other.

Oh well at least we aren't teenagers anymore when your whole life is almost judged by the type of music you listen to.

In the spirit of my music musings and the fact I was tagged a millions years ago by Michelle, lets play a game...those of you who read Natalie's blog know the rules already but here we go, please guess the Artist and Song title, answers on a postcard or you can just comment...

1. You've been down too long in the midnight sea oh what's becoming of me
Ride the tiger you can see his stripes but you know he's clean

2. Sometimes it rains inside my head
and all the words run dry

3. Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons evrywhere
Ive looked at clouds that way

4. Hey, don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head
You feel left out or looked down on

5. Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you


Back in the saddle again

I'm feeling much better so I'll be back in the office tomorrow. After over 8 days of feeling like road kill its nice to finally be able to breath again, go the fridge and feel like eating and reach the top cupboard without a wave of dizziness. Its amazing how something as simple as a cold can actually make you take a new look at life. Don't worry I haven't turned into a happy bouncy bunny rabbit (not yet) but I did find myself thinking things that were very un-falcon like.

For one I missed the office, I find it hard to live without structure and even harder to stay still. Almost collapsing every time you get up is a sure fire way to drive someone like me absolutely nuts. So there I was finally way from my evil desk, wishing I could go back! In ways this is so very very wrong.

Those who know me will be amazed that I didn't hoover my flat for a week (the idea of all that dust has been playing on my mind) but I survived.

And the third most unusual thought was - Why isn't my Mum taking care of me? To be fair she and my dad tried, they rang me everyday (sometimes twice a day) in an attempt to come over and make a fuss but I put my foot down. In my weakened state I still kept my wits about me and knew the second I let them in the door, they'd declare me half dead and bundle me off home. This was to be avoided at all costs, as we all know the only thing you want when your ill is your own bed.

These new found insanities won't last, I'm sure next week I'll be wanting a holiday from work and my folks, not to mention scrubbing the kitchen floor but for the rest of today I've got daytime TV and painkillers.


My head hurts

I'm home, tucked under a blanket and typing this one handed. You've guessed it, I'm sick. I've got tonsillitis (thanks to one of the kids) and came home from Ireland early. I like children I really do but I tend to forget that they carry plague. I don't think I've been this ill since I was a child and I don't have my mum to fuss over me. E does and excellent job but he's got a touch of cold too so its not fair to abuse him.

Yesterday at 5am I stumbled in the dark with the intention of going to work, the door handle and my shaky balance defeated me before I made it to the bathroom. When I made it to the bathroom I almost scremed, not it wasn't a gross zombie in the mirror it was me, yes I look and feel like the living dead. I think I'll wait for strength to return to me legs, hopefully around the same time I get my hearing, sense of smell, taste buds, appetite and the ability to breath. I have deadlines, I really should be at work.

I'm a little drugged up so forgive me if I fail to make sense at any point. I'm having a hard time figuring out when I'm awake or asleep, though it seems like I'm not on Voyager at the moment so its a safe bet I'm awake.

As if this work couldn't get any worse, my dad had a minor car accident yesterday, some guy drove into the side of his car, he's OK, but not to happy.

Worst of all, Jay died.

Jay was our pet Gerbil, he hung in there after we lost Silent Bob. He kept his funny personality and stole many raisins and I know he was getting ill towards the end but I'll miss him.