i dont want to talk about it song lyrics
by Admin on Aug 1th, 2010
I had one of those weeks I would honestly rather not talk about. I don't want to talk about food or restaurants this week because I want to get my mind off the subject for awhile. So I had this idea to talk about music. I love music; I listen to music almost every day. I thought it would be interesting to share some of it. There are all kinds of music; morning time music, going to sleep music, prepping your station music, road trip music, cooking for you family music, backyard bbq music, you name it. Music and food have the power to bring me back to places and times in my life like nothing else. I can hear the opening bars of a song and be transported back in time, sometimes this is good sometimes not so much. There are times I actually avoid listening to certain songs as there are too many memories associated with it. I am going to share some of these songs. I don't really know why, I just thought it would be something different and interesting. Some of this music evokes very powerful emotions in me but sometimes I believe it's important to share aspects of your life, it makes you seem more real.
The first song that came to mind is a Jackson Browne song. I have a soft spot for Jackson Browne. Some people might mock or ridicule my fondness for 70s singer songwriters but I don't care. I listened to Jackson a lot in my early twenties, a somewhat difficult time in my life. His music connected with me in a very real way. This one song in particular struck a chord, and I think the first time I listened to it I couldn't believe that another person could feel the same way I did. This song takes on much deeper and profound meaning for me as I grow older and hopefully wiser. I was kind of an obnoxious asshole when I was younger. It's amazing to me know that I didn't get beaten by the people I worked with. Anyway, I had a rather difficult relationship with my father. He was what we now call old school. He definitely believed in hard work. I get my work ethic from him. But we disagreed on almost everything and of course at that age I knew everything there was to know about life and didn't need his help or advice in any way. Needless to say we butted heads at times and it was difficult to be close to the man. We argued over all kinds of things. I regret much of this but sometimes it is a part of growing up. If only I had realized at the time how right my father was about everything. This song really spoke to me. I couldn't find it on YouTube but I wan to reprint the lyrics her for everybody to read.
A dirty wind blows through the sky
And the Autumn leaves cut loose and fly
Leave me watching
And wishing I could follow
Though among the regrets that I can`t get by
There are just one or two
Unkind things I said to you
Daddy what was I supposed to do?
I don`t know why it was so hard to talk to you
I guess my anger pulled me through
No sooner had I hit the streets
When I met the fools that a young fool meets
All in search of truth and bound for glory
And listening to our own heart beats
We stood around the drum
Though it`s fainter now
The older I become
Living your life day after day
Soon all your plans and changes
Either fail or fade away
Leaving so much still left to say
But Daddy I want to let you know somehow
The things you said are so much clearer now
And I would turn the pages back
But time will not allow
The way these days just rip along
Too fast to last, too vast, too strong
Somewhere something went wrong
Or maybe we forgot the song
Make room for my forty-fives
Along beside your seventy-eights
Nothing survives
But the way we live our lives
Jackson Browne
The line about 45s and 78s kind of dates it huh?
The next song I thought about might date me a little but I don't care. I remember when this song came out and how big it was.I saw U2 in concert before they became the supergroup they are now and their music is definitely on the soundtrack to my life. I listened to their albums ( yes albums, I'm old) so much I wore out the grooves. I think I listened to them so much that is why I rarely listen to them now. This song still rocks though.
I love latin jazz and salsa but since working at Carnivale for six years I just can't listen to it anymore.I hear salsa music all freaking day and now it kind of grinds on me. But Pancho Sanchez is a very special man. I think there is something seriously wrong with you if you listen to his music and don't want to get up and start moving. This is great prep time music in the kitchen and have played his music so much the other chefs have 86'd him but I will always love his music.
Some people might not consider this romantic but it is to me. Every time I hear Notorious BIG I think of my wife. She is a big fan (hah!) and it's hard not hear a BIGGIE song and not smile. In fact one of the first things I remember about my wife is seeing her dance to this song. It was before we started dating and Carnivale had a big New Years eve party, this song came on and my wife just started dancing in the middle of the dining room, it made me laugh, it also occurred to me how pretty she was. I remember thinking there was no way a woman like that would ever go out with a dork like me.
This is a great song from what I think is the greatest jazz album ever recorded, period.
I love jazz. I have listened to jazz almost my entire life. If I had it to do over again I think I would like to be a jazz piano man. Sometimes listening to Bill Evans, Hank Jones, Oscar Peterson, George Shearing, or Bud Powell can give me goose bumps. I don't really buy cds anymore, I download all my music from itunes. But I used to buy two cds and two cookbooks every payday. No matter how broke I was I always did this.It was the most exciting time of the month. I remember reading a review in the New York Times, and it made me want to buy the cd. To me this album is very powerful. I can feel his emotions through his playing. He has drastically scaled back his approach and sort of bared his soul through his playing. I have talked about this many times but this music is just so special to me.
This next one is just to let people know I like music post 1980, although it might not seem like that. I love the Roots. I love their music but I like the fact that their music is very hard to put a label on, I think most artists or creative people are like that. I'm not big on labels and these guys definitely don't really fit into any kind of neat category. This new album is one of my favorites and it is in heavy rotation on the pod.
I don't know any chef that doesn't have a special relationship with music. You can always tell a lot about a new cook by the music they bring into the kitchen. My tastes are pretty eclectic and I will listen to almost anything but I have had times where I had to flat out tell someone I would not play that kind of music. I like Bill Evans, but he is kind of captain bringdown at work. I worked with a guy who was really into folk music and I just couldn't handle it. I used to hide his cds. The other cooks thanked me. My favorite are the metal guys, i'm not a big fan but it's good stuff to listen to at work, also punk is good to get you going. I cannot picture a day without music. It is woven into my life. I am going to include one last song that I really like.Just like the Roots don't really fit into any kind of category Tom Waits is beyond classification. Most people I talk to don't like his early stuff, they say its kind of sappy or corny. Most fans enjoy his later stuff but I really like his first few albums. Closing Time is probably my favorite album of all time. His music does something to me that is hard to describe. I know that when I listen to him I am transplanted to his world, I see it. I am in that smoke filled bar with him and all his misfit friends. This isn't exactly happy music but it is beautiful music.
As a side note if anybody wants to invest in a restaurant get at me:).
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