Before I sit down to write I listen to music.
Most of the time I listen to Mozart or Handel or Greig but in the mix I have a few rock songs.
When I was writing for Halloween these three got a lot of play, looking back on it I find my choices interesting and curious:
Curious because this is what I listen to when I’m actually writing:
I love to listen to Gregorian Chants when I am writing because they share the space with you instead of taking it. This leaves me lots of room to create.
Here are three clips that I would like to share with you. I hope you will enjoy them.
Anita Marie
As Rod Serling famously said in the opening of the ” Twilight Zone”
:Pleased to present, for your consideration:
Here are two versions of the same song.
One version is ” Saturday Night ” which was a monster hit for the Bay City Rollers in 1976. I was 12 years old when it came out and that is the reason why, over 40 years later I play the guitar.
I’ve also posted here the same song by Ned’s Atomic Dustbin which was featured in the film ” So I Married an Ax Murderer “.
I actually love both versions of the same song- they both have energy, they certainly both have a lot of Spirit and in both versions you get the sense that you are moving along to somewhere great and that you will be dancing the entire way.
But here is the difference for me.
Had I been 12 when Ned’s Atomic Dustin released Saturday Night, I doubt if I would have pulled out my Dad’s guitar and started taking music lessons because of it.
Ned’s version is cool, it’s a little gritty . It made me want to listen to it, to dance to it but it didn’t invite me to rock along,
Like I said though, I loved both versions and I hope you will enjoy them too,
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
Gonna keep on dancin’ to the rock and roll
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Dancin’ to the rhythm in our heart and soul
On Saturday night, Saturday night
I-I-I-I just can’t wait
I-I-I-I gotta date
At the good ol’ rock and roll
Folk show, I’ve gotta go
Saturday night, Saturday night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, have a ball
Saturday night, Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
Gonna dance with my baby till the night is through
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Tell her all the little things I’m gonna do
On Saturday night, Saturday night
I-I-I-I love her so
I-I-I-I’m gonna let her know
At the good ol’ rock and roll
Folk show, I’ve gotta go
Saturday night, Saturday night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, have a ball
Saturday night, Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
Inspired by today’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, I researched elevator music to find out which songs were the most used and dare I say popular and I can’t say I was surprised with the results.
As a side note, elevator music went from being space fillers, time killers to a joke and are now even viewed as being macabre. Interesting.
To get back on track it turns out that The Girl From Ipanema turns up on various lists as a go to song in the Elevator Music World ( the instrumental version of course ).
It’s also my Mom’s favorite song and when I became a musician, it was the first song my Mom asked me to play.
You’re probably wondering why I gave this post the title ” Alligator Music. My Granddaughter, who just turned three pronounces ‘elevator’ as ” alligator ” which I think is cute and at the end of this post I have a clip of her about to face ‘ the alligator’
I hope you enjoy today’s song.
amm
Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela menina
Que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço, a caminho do mar
Moça do corpo dourado
Do sol de Ipanema
O seu balançado é mais que um poema
É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar
Ah, porque estou tão sozinho
Ah, porque tudo é tão triste
Ah, a beleza que existe
A beleza que não é só minha
Que também passa sozinha
Ah se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo
Se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo
Por causa de amor
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, “Ah”
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, “Ah”
Oh, but he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn’t see
Oh, but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at him
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see
No, she doesn’t see
But she doesn’t see
She doesn’t see
No, she doesn’t see