{"id":217,"date":"2005-03-30T16:54:00","date_gmt":"2005-03-30T16:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2005\/03\/parallel-lines\/"},"modified":"2005-03-30T16:54:00","modified_gmt":"2005-03-30T16:54:00","slug":"parallel-lines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2005\/03\/parallel-lines\/","title":{"rendered":"Parallel Lines"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img SRC=\"http:\/\/children.ofthenight.org\/albums\/images\/1894f.jpg\" width=200 align=left><font SIZE=4>There is a line which runs parallel to our own history, and that&#8217;s the history of our songs.<\/font><\/p>\n<p>We all have our preferences as to style, but wherever you come from, there still exists a universal commonality of the auditory experience which is music. Even with the splintering of audiences and the proliferation of completely personalised media feeds, <font SIZE=7>all music meets in the streets<\/font>. Most people out there don&#8217;t give a flying fuck about genre. You know, he knows, she knows <i>that<\/i> song, the one we know whether we want to know it or not. The one that magics into your mind on a push of a memory button. the one you <i><a HREF=\"http:\/\/homepage.ntlworld.com\/alan.stuart\/music\/lyrics\/cantgety.html\" target=_blank>can&#8217;t get out of your head<\/a><\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>I have been amazed by the insidiousness of music. Some styles seems to have universal appeal. I&#8217;ve never been <b>anywhere<\/b> where the people don&#8217;t like <font COLOR=RED>re<\/font><font COLOR=GOLD>gg<\/font><font COLOR=GREEN>ae<\/font> music. Having said that, you definitely wouldn&#8217;t find me at a Nazi convention. My point is that music gets EVERYWHERE. <\/p>\n<p>You cannot avoid some tunes. Some you hear repeated to the point of nausea. I went to the remotest place I could afford and heard Dire Straits&#8217; <i>Romeo and Juliet<\/i>. But I&#8217;ll never forget the Amazonian stone-aged tribe&#8217;s rendition of <i>Smells <a HREF=\"http:\/\/www.lyricsdepot.com\/nirvana\/smells-like-teen-spirit.html\" target=_blank>Like<\/a> Teen Spirit<\/i>. Massive. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not just tunes, beats, hooks, or productions that we respond to &#8211; above all it&#8217;s <b>songs<\/b> which say things, which delight, inspire, disturb, define, celebrate, get under our skin, sell everything we buy, and enter the social fabric which wraps us all.<\/p>\n<p><img SRC=\"http:\/\/www.ict.mic.ul.ie\/websites\/2002\/Teresa_Leahy\/bayeux%20tapestry.gif\" width=200 align=right>This history of all of our songs belongs to us all, and it runs like a multi-coloured line alongside our individual lives, mapping our collective course, informing our personal history and local cultural identity, and weaving a <a HREF=\"http:\/\/www.bayeuxtapestry.org.uk\/Bayeux1.htm\" target=_blank>Bayeux Tapestry<\/a> for us to follow. <\/p>\n<p>Songs are thermometers. You can take the cultural temperature of a time &#8211; or even define a time &#8211; by it&#8217;s songs, and you really can&#8217;t tell always what songs are going to be the ones which say something true and meaningful, until afterwards. Sometimes you can. I mean, it&#8217;s a tried and tested songwriter&#8217;s formula to pick something which is making news at the time and write something appropriate. Which brings me to the subject of songwriters.<\/p>\n<p><i>&#8220;We use songs to tell us where we are, to navigate through this mad thing we call life&#8221;<\/i> &#8211; Fran Healy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is a line which runs parallel to our own history, and that&#8217;s the history of our songs. We all have our preferences as to style, but wherever you come from, there still exists a universal commonality of the auditory experience which is music. 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