About time. Finally got a new internet connection which allows me access to wordpress full time–I am hoping! It hasn’t been loading for the longest time. Add my own tendency to procrastinate and the site’s stubbornness, and you get no posts.
This mini post is gonna be my second DFYE, which I hope to continue. Today’s collection will take you back through nostalgia and younger, simpler and more carefree days. Or at least they did for me. Romance, rain and a good cup of coffee.
1. Bubbly by Colbie Caillat
2. Like A Star by Corinne Bailey Rae
4. 1234 by Feist
5. Small Town Moon by Regina Spektor
Here’s a little extra treat I found while reading the book “Big Questions from Little People and Simple Answers from Great Minds” which was compiled by by Gemma Elwin Harris
The book is a compilation of actual questions asked by schoolchildren which were answered by scientists, celebrities, authors and people like Bear Grylls, Jeanette Winterson and Philip Pullman. It’s a pretty good read! It awakens the child and curiosity within-the wonder at this world we live in.
“Why Do We Have Music?”
answered by Jarvis Cocker, musician and broadcaster
“…every society on Earth has music so there must be some point to it. In fact, some scientists think that humans were singing and making music long before they learned to speak.
Perhaps it was our very first form of communication. And it can still be a way of communicating without words today: think about ‘happy’ songs and ‘sad’ songs. They both use the same notes (there are only twelve, you know) and yet are so different in mood. ‘Ah, that’s because of the words,’ you might say. But no. Try listening to the radio in a country where you don’t speak the language. You’ll still be able to tell the happy songs from the sad ones. It’s the SOUND of the music that tells you. How does it work? I don’t know–but it does. It’s kind of magic and I think that’s why we have it.
It’s magic and we can have it whenever we want it. When you put one of your favourite songs on and get a sort of shivery feeling behind your ears and down the back of your neck (even goosebumps sometimes) that’s one of the best feelings there is.”
I also found this beautiful string of words in Diane Ackerman’s book, A Natural History of The Senses. This little something was written by T.S. Elliot in “The Dry Salvages”
“music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.”