Music literally amuses people if heard;much more if it is going to be danced. Lots of singers contributed their renditions of songs whether for amusement purposes or for pecuniary and lucrative purposes. Some others join this group of musicians to become known. Many musicians skillful in this business aren't able to expose their talents inasmuch as the concentration of auditions are centered only in an area where industries pervade - people finding people to entertain them. Influences of past singers also swayed much of the later generations, especially the high-pitched melodies of songs rarely sung in amateur singing competition.
Well said and done, music is my second love though there are people devoted to singing and claimed that their first love is music. Nonetheless, musical arts is partly not amusing today if a lovely song is rendered with illicit singing style. Music by the way should be comparaed to mass media - an educative, entertaining, and information-driven messages. A song like the following has it all:
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
(Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918 )
My teacher, a former English supervisor once sang this to us, her educands. She is still alive this day.
"Music Is My First Love" by John Miles is futuristic song. It hides the meaning of "music. I use to associate words in their unrelated but homophonic neighbours. Music also is a cognate of "mask."
Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
My music pulls me through
Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past (3x)
Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
'Cuz in this world of troubles
My music pulls me through
However you perceive the meaning and use of "music" in your life, one thing is for sure. People needs people, even trees need trees. Music for birds is amusing; the more that it amuses human beings if it is healing the innermost part of the human thought. Why not sing unto the LORD?
29 March 2009
28 March 2009
Smoking: What Now My Love!
Smoking is a practical phenomenon to almost everyone whose main concern is social but disgraceful habit. This habitual form of detrimental way of life is precipitating every age of man. Historically speaking, some preachers pointed out that the "leviathan" in the Bible was mentioned to be exhaling smoke from its mouth - the basis for those merchants who invented this way of life.
"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" was my piece in my first amateur singing participation in Ormoc City that I recollected as very familiar sound. It starts with "They asked me How I knew My True Love was True..." sung by The Platters. Really, a smoker's true love is "smoking". My grandpa was once a "smoker" but he reached at the age of 82. He was born on June 24, 1920 and died on January 12, 2003. I really remembered how he compared his style of smoking with my late teacher CPA, and former Ormoc City Councilor. He even denied a very constant smoking, at least he said, he smoked when he earned a penny in his chiropractic profession. Well said and written, but the effect of smoking to a neighbourhood is very deadly; a second-hand smoke causes cancer of the lungs. Imagine, scientists and medical practitioners discovered 4 thousand more toxic chemicals exhaled by smokers. It is true, a government who doesn't ban neither prohibit its existence earns much from its taxable income, but "smoking" really is dehumanizing. It kills. As the popular slogan says "GOVERNMENT WARNING: SMOKING IS DANGEROUS TO YOUR HEALTH." So why smoke?
Education of smokers might help but the vice which is their virtue is inextinguishable. "What now my love! Now that you've left me!" - says the cigarette!
"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" was my piece in my first amateur singing participation in Ormoc City that I recollected as very familiar sound. It starts with "They asked me How I knew My True Love was True..." sung by The Platters. Really, a smoker's true love is "smoking". My grandpa was once a "smoker" but he reached at the age of 82. He was born on June 24, 1920 and died on January 12, 2003. I really remembered how he compared his style of smoking with my late teacher CPA, and former Ormoc City Councilor. He even denied a very constant smoking, at least he said, he smoked when he earned a penny in his chiropractic profession. Well said and written, but the effect of smoking to a neighbourhood is very deadly; a second-hand smoke causes cancer of the lungs. Imagine, scientists and medical practitioners discovered 4 thousand more toxic chemicals exhaled by smokers. It is true, a government who doesn't ban neither prohibit its existence earns much from its taxable income, but "smoking" really is dehumanizing. It kills. As the popular slogan says "GOVERNMENT WARNING: SMOKING IS DANGEROUS TO YOUR HEALTH." So why smoke?
Education of smokers might help but the vice which is their virtue is inextinguishable. "What now my love! Now that you've left me!" - says the cigarette!
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