Bad, vile and meaningless: Notes About Music from Alan's clob

I thought about assembling my top-5 cd list of all times. I can't seem to figure out but three entries for it:

  1. Ennio Morricone: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
  2. Vangelis: Bladerunner
  3. Roger Waters: Amused To Death

I mean, certainly, I have this stuff like Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells 2, which really blew up my musical horizons back when I was eighteen or so. And there certainly is Philip Glass, a whole universe of something I don't dare to dissect here in passing fashion. Glass has always been special to me.

In fact, the very first song that I remember triggered something inside of me, was a tune on a C64 game called Flight Path 737. You can still find that on places like c64.com, and run it in emulator like The Versatile Commodore Emulator. The music there slightly resembles Philip Glass. I almost fell of my seat when I heard it and realized how Glassish it is. Did I really already have my musical preferences set at the age of 6?

I must write a word of defence for the #1 contribution. I know the sound quality and mixing aren't really good over there, but what it lacks in studio clarity it gains in that feeling of expression... All that stuff in the end of it, Lust for Gold and like, simply make me weep from their power and devotion. And above all, they remind me of stuff from Rob Hubbard back on C64. Nemesis the Warlock and like.

I think the redeeming character of nostalgy is the possibility to remember yourself quite well, and perhaps discover again a glimpse of who you were, despite the decade or second that have intervened. And there's always a great deal of naivete to being a child, and in a world that is pretty cynical, isn't that refreshing?

If you think about it, as we grow up, we start off as anarchists, liberals, and so on, and eventually end up as conservationists. We go through stages of maturement that spin truths into falsehoods and vice versa, until eventually we think beyond those simple terms. There's a name for that sort of thing: the wheel of karma. The wheel is spinning for me, when I listen to this stuff.