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Carried away on a Moonlight Shadow
Feb. 16th, 2003 10:32 pmJust finished watching the ECMAs (East Coast Music Awards, for those of you who are hopelessly ignorant). I settled down with Ye Obligatorie Bottle of Alex Keith's (fortunately brewed since 1820, and probably quite a bit more recent than that!), in a reclining armchair positioned directly in front of my set , headphones on, à la metalhead poster :) Metal was not what I was tuning in for at all. My favorite band was nominated for something like six awards (competing with another of my favorites for one of them, which was the only one they didn't win). GO Great Big Sea and Crush.
There was one guy who sang in French, and it was bizarre to hear a french song sung by a man who didn't sound as if he'd been smoking since he was six months old (Ariel knows what I mean, right?). The thing about Québec singers, is that they all seem to have these deep raspy voices. It sounds great all the same, but a smooth voice was different and I did the auditory equivalent of a double-take! (I think I sprained my ears doing it, too)
I discovered Aselin Debison (oh, beautiful, beautiful voice, and only twelve-thirteen years old) and the Cottars, who looked to be aged twelve to sixteen. The former sang the song that's featured in this entry's title, and the latter did the most beautiful song called 'the Briar and the Rose'.
Oh, happiness. It's amazing how an evening of really great music can break up a funk.
Rick Mercer did a brilliant job (except that he looks like he's being sarcastic even when he's utterly, utterly serious). That sequence of 'audition tapes' for a Darrell replacement was hilarious. I'm very glad Sheila Copps didn't win. lol. Actually, I'm surprised Alan didn't mention it in one of his speeches.
Another thing that was really cool was the April Wine tribute. It's strange... I grew up hearing them, because they're such a huge part of Canadian music (even if they were slightly before my time, as it were... Dad has all their albums, though, and we listened), and never realised just how much the music means to me until it was pointed out tonight how long it had been around and all these talented musicians played snatches of songs that my subconscious kept singing. And Kim Mitchell looked funny with no hair :p.
Someone sent me this quote, but I don't know who gets credit for it. It pretty sums up my opinion of music in general:
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away"
One last note. Before Slainte Mhath came on tonight, I had never seen pipes covered in yellow sequins.
There was one guy who sang in French, and it was bizarre to hear a french song sung by a man who didn't sound as if he'd been smoking since he was six months old (Ariel knows what I mean, right?). The thing about Québec singers, is that they all seem to have these deep raspy voices. It sounds great all the same, but a smooth voice was different and I did the auditory equivalent of a double-take! (I think I sprained my ears doing it, too)
I discovered Aselin Debison (oh, beautiful, beautiful voice, and only twelve-thirteen years old) and the Cottars, who looked to be aged twelve to sixteen. The former sang the song that's featured in this entry's title, and the latter did the most beautiful song called 'the Briar and the Rose'.
Oh, happiness. It's amazing how an evening of really great music can break up a funk.
Rick Mercer did a brilliant job (except that he looks like he's being sarcastic even when he's utterly, utterly serious). That sequence of 'audition tapes' for a Darrell replacement was hilarious. I'm very glad Sheila Copps didn't win. lol. Actually, I'm surprised Alan didn't mention it in one of his speeches.
Another thing that was really cool was the April Wine tribute. It's strange... I grew up hearing them, because they're such a huge part of Canadian music (even if they were slightly before my time, as it were... Dad has all their albums, though, and we listened), and never realised just how much the music means to me until it was pointed out tonight how long it had been around and all these talented musicians played snatches of songs that my subconscious kept singing. And Kim Mitchell looked funny with no hair :p.
Someone sent me this quote, but I don't know who gets credit for it. It pretty sums up my opinion of music in general:
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away"
One last note. Before Slainte Mhath came on tonight, I had never seen pipes covered in yellow sequins.
