June 17, 2010 § 1 Comment
The really really popular indie acoustic songs (we’re talking anthems like “First Day of My Life“, “Hey There Delilah”, “Neopolitan Dreams” and sweet things just so) usually posess down to earth and realistic lyrics that manage to keep a distinct ‘indie’ appeal through slightly metaphorical/analogical/poetic language. I hate thinking about songs mathematically. A mathmatical expression is effectively a cliche in the way it generalises many different circumstances and certain numbers to one simple rule of procedure. Our fashionable will to generalise other humans/objects in order to feel superior results in the hollow and unpleasant feeling that everyone hates everyone. I mean ‘hate’ of course in its popular use of not being meant literally.
I hate to digress.
I was listening to a song which I predicted could have the potential to be played on the radio all over the world. Simply because it affected me just like all those other irresistable (not guilty!) pleasures that those songs bring (I’m talking about the examples at the beginning). The lyrics were silly, but precise, precisely what I felt or was feeling. I could relate to them almost literally, the listener’s reaction of relation is a key prime factor to the appeal of a song. The song was Sea Wolf’s. If we’re talking Sea Wolf-wise, it’s not their best, but if we’re talking ‘potential world superhitting-wise’, it would probably inhabit that category…cosily.
It’s not sophisticated, but since when was sophistication a variable factor on which we’d draw a graph of a song’s appeal?!
Ohoo dear, I’ve pushed this mathamatical theme too far. It’s probably in an un-readable state.
here’s a great song.
Sea Wolf – The Garden That You Planted
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