So, some time ago I bought a new album. I buy a lot of albums. Some women buy lipstick, I buy music. I am eclectic in my musical taste. I don’t stick with a particular genre or band, each song is liked or disliked on its own merits, for good or bad. That’s just the way I roll. Although, I have a bias against country and western, but this album, though not country, smacks of it silly… anyway, I love it and although it is ‘alternative’ in iTunes, I’d call it ‘rockabilly’, but that maybe just me.
As I listen to it, as with almost everything I listen to, I see images and colour and how it all looks. Now this will, most likely, not be the way the artist intended but it is my response to it. So as a result I’ve begun to work up a few of the images I see to all the music I listen to.
The first one is for the album mentioned above, Lanie Lane’s, To The Horses. So apologies to Lanie, if she ever sees this, and apologies to all future artists I inflict my work upon… but it’s like a compulsion, if i don’t get the pictures out of my head, every time I listen to them they mock and taunt me from the naughty side of my brain, and we wouldn’t want that to keep happening, would we?
Also, just so you know – my daughter has told me that I should stop fan-girling, it’s a bit sad for someone my age, but poo to her!