Covering sounds

Brain still on standby, but after a bad phone to laptop sync, I ended up having to rebuild a few playlists and I got to listening to many tunes I hadn’t paid attention to in a while.

There are songs that are just so……great, and inspiring, and amazing, that other artists pick them up and sing them with their own voices. It is very difficult to find a song cover that really honors the original (I don’t think I’ll ever hear a good “Bohemian Rhapsody” cover). I bring you two examples that I like. In both cases, the original artists approved of the cover.

 

THE ORIGINAL: “The Sound of silence” by Simon & Garfunkel.

THE COVER: “The Sound of Silence” by Disturbed.

 

 

THE ORIGINAL: “Hurt”, composed by Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails).

THE COVER: “Hurt” by Johnny Cash.

 

 

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Memories

As I’ve grown older, I have slowly realized how much of my childhood was defined by music. 

From my Dad’s records, his whistling, my Mom playing the piano or singing, we three kids taking piano lessons, then my brother and his guitar. Radio, records, tapes, adding all the choir music throughout our years in catholic school. 

There are many songs I associate with events, places and people. 

If I had to narrow my parents’ themes, it would be Chopin for my Mom and Vivaldi for my Dad. 

This waltz in particular always makes me think of home. 

Salve Regina

My uncle was a monk in southern Mexico, and every few summers we’d take road trips through the area and visit him.

You know how teachers will sometimes ask kids at the beginning of the school year what they did during the summer?
“I went to a monastery” sounds awfully odd amongst tales of beach days and amusement parks, haha.

But even though it was an odd trip from the point of view of a kid, I really came to enjoy them. There were many songs sang throughout the day’s prayer times, but it was Completas (last one of the day) that have stuck with me the most. After most songs and prayers were done in the chapel, all lights would be shut off with the exception of the one aimed to the image of the Virgin Mary. A note was played for tone, and the monks would sing Salve Regina. After the last chord rose and disipated, silence was the rule. The monks would walk off to their chambers and they were not allowed to speak until morning prayers.

There is something beautiful about the chant’s words surrounding you, echo in the chapel and wash over you in the darkness.

When I was a teen, I seioursly considered becoming a nun, and although it was not my true calling, to this day Gregorian chant is something I turn back to when I need to find peace.

I don’t have a recording of the Mexican monks’ singing. But this one resembles it the most:

Tacuba

It’s been one of those days.

Really, one of those weeks and months.

One of my great-grandmothers raised 8 boys and 1 girl. The other 11, more evenly distributed in gender. I’m chasing after one toddler while I bake a bun in the oven and I have no clue how these ladies did it.

Here, have a song. One of my favorites. I’ll be posting some favorite music videos on Wednesdays 🙂