So, I’m a pretty simplistic person.
I don’t need much to get by, just the bare necessities, some clean water, something edible and good music. Okay, maybe a roof over my head as well. But that’s about it.
Lately though, I’ve been running short on good music. I’m the kind of person that can listen to a good album a billion times and not get bored, but every now and then I get the itch to hear something fresh to get me in the mood for a productive day or some hardcore studying. Or just because, you know, music rocks.
A while back a friend introduced me to this really cool internet radio station that plays piano solos all day, everyday. Just piano solos. That is all.
So after freaking out a good while, I became obsessed with Sky.fm. Because, well, it’s piano solos people. (If you are still not freaking out, I bid you farewell. You can stop reading now.)
I’m not a instrumentals-only snob, mind you. My favorite instrument is the human voice, which is why it annoys me to no end that South Africa still won’t play The Sing-Off on our shores.
But I digress.
My point is, I’m not one of those people who discriminates against certain instruments or anything. Good music is good music. But I was still pretty annoyed today when I put in my earphones and heard a guitar-drum-synthesizer rendition of Whitney Houston’s “Greatest Love of All.” On a piano-solos-only station.
I love me some Whitney, don’t get me wrong.
But seriously? Is there nothing sacred in this world anymore?
|Christian Calcatelli – Memories on the Shelf|