Q: What the Heck is this blog about?
A: MUSIC! Generally speaking I suppose, but more specifically about concerts, bands/artists I enjoy,
why I like music and what I like about it!
Q: Where did you get the title A Mountain of Song?
A: Its a line from the Elliott BROOD tune Without Again
Q: Why are so many of the bands you talk about from Canada?
A: Because I'm from Canada! Also I kind of absolutely love Canadian Music...
Q: Do you like the band (insert band name here)?
A: Who knows! But I would certainly love it if you sent band-suggestions my way- then I can love
them too!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Year, New Music, New Blog
I've recently been re-organizing my life. I moved back home (well, not back home as in "into my parents' house," actually not even in the same city as them, but when you've lived three provinces away for the last ten years, living only five hours from where you grew up feels an awful lot like home!). I changed jobs. I started painting again. And I decided to re-aquaint myself with music.
Unlike many music lovers, I was not born into it. I didn't sit in my crib listening to obscure Ramones tracks, or buy my first single at eleven... I grew up on The Monkees, Simon and Garfunkel, Abba, CCR, and Queen. I'm pretty sure the first CD I ever bought was the Lion King soundtrack, and I didn't have a boom box (yes, that's what they were called back then) until I was in ninth grade. But when I fell in love with music, I fell in love with music.
I still remember the first time I was the only one who knew all the lyrics to a song (Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind), the first time I got a speeding ticket because I was driving to the music (Open Road Song by Eve6), the first festival I went to (Edgefest), the first time I fell in love with banjo (The Oaf by Big Wreck)... [Don't be too harsh on me, it was the 90s, and I was very much an Alternative kind o' gal when it came to music- I mean what else was I gonna listen to-The Backstreet Boys? shudder...]. I remember how good it felt having a song to go along with everything... and I remember discovering how crappy it felt when I let my music-listening fall by the wayside.
So no more of that. New Town, New Concerts. I hereby vow to never again let a band I like play within three hours of my house without going to see them. My life may be filled with Kraft dinner, but it will also be filled with awesome.
Welcome to A Mountain of Song
Unlike many music lovers, I was not born into it. I didn't sit in my crib listening to obscure Ramones tracks, or buy my first single at eleven... I grew up on The Monkees, Simon and Garfunkel, Abba, CCR, and Queen. I'm pretty sure the first CD I ever bought was the Lion King soundtrack, and I didn't have a boom box (yes, that's what they were called back then) until I was in ninth grade. But when I fell in love with music, I fell in love with music.
I still remember the first time I was the only one who knew all the lyrics to a song (Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind), the first time I got a speeding ticket because I was driving to the music (Open Road Song by Eve6), the first festival I went to (Edgefest), the first time I fell in love with banjo (The Oaf by Big Wreck)... [Don't be too harsh on me, it was the 90s, and I was very much an Alternative kind o' gal when it came to music- I mean what else was I gonna listen to-The Backstreet Boys? shudder...]. I remember how good it felt having a song to go along with everything... and I remember discovering how crappy it felt when I let my music-listening fall by the wayside.
So no more of that. New Town, New Concerts. I hereby vow to never again let a band I like play within three hours of my house without going to see them. My life may be filled with Kraft dinner, but it will also be filled with awesome.
Welcome to A Mountain of Song
The road divides ahead
Just wide awake in bed
Unaware of suspicious feelings happening again
His love went south, and he'll go west
A mountain of song couldn't fill that hole in his chest
That she left when she said that he was like the rest
So get up and get out
What're you down about?
Put it back on the shelf
Just have to go without again
So get up and get out
What're you down about?
Put it back on the shelf
Just have to go without again
The road divides ahead
Just wide awake in bed
Put it back on the shelf
Just have to go without again
Just wide awake in bed
Unaware of suspicious feelings happening again
His love went south, and he'll go west
A mountain of song couldn't fill that hole in his chest
That she left when she said that he was like the rest
So get up and get out
What're you down about?
Put it back on the shelf
Just have to go without again
So get up and get out
What're you down about?
Put it back on the shelf
Just have to go without again
The road divides ahead
Just wide awake in bed
Put it back on the shelf
Just have to go without again
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