The Intercops

Originally posted by Patrick It must be getting late over there, isn't it?

Is that correct grammar P? (if the rock softens the benchmark is removed and all are lost)

It was about 7.30pm P when I posted - only a fleeting glance at the goings on - excuse my hasty exit.

One of the quirks (and draws) to this place is the rotation of international postings. It must have seemed a bit unsightly a post from me when most UK NOOL posters had left the building ... I don't know what came over me.

If my timing is correct, you should be clocking on right about now; being an early bird who attempts to always catch the worm.

Well, H, if there's something wrong with my grammar, I hope you'll let me know.

Yes, it does tend to get rather quiet at a certain point during the day when all of you tend to disappear, but as far as following the waves of those from, say Australia, that's far beyond my ability to add or subtract hours.

By the way, the passage in PDA that starts at 3:09 I find extremely moving. Does it have that effect on you?

It could be that PDA is in reference to a band members Personal Digital Assistant that was around or used at the crucial 'title defining' moment?

IP seems the type of music which is denser and deeper than most, a good sign. Although I cannot recall your precise moment specifically - I will listen again to this moment. T4 is a goodie, that's for sure.

I found the slow one (I think T6 running at about 3:20 - a relatively short one) the most stirring.

If I recall correctly, T6 is called Hands Away. That is not actually one of the tracks I have been listening to the most. The passage in PDA I was referring to is without vocals, where the guitar repeats the same note about ten times, changes chords (or keys? remember I know nothing about music) does the same note repeat, etc. Gives me the shivers, and on some listens, even becomes tear provoking.

Having a journey to fulfil tonight I will listen to this passage of music.

Few songs manage to provoke such a reaction - usually its personal to the person listening, sometimes a reaction to a recollection of a private remembrance.

I do enjoy KB's music for such reasons. I find myself regularly sniffling when I eventually pluck up courage to listen.

Symphony no 3, by Henryk Gorecki, has a memorable tear jerking passage. Very moving. I would have to also indicate the exact moment, which occurs as a crescendo after a very stirring swell lasting around 3/4 minutes. A true calm before the storm, however the storm is very subdued. The short space of time between the ground swell and the outpouring of emotion from the singer is awe inspiring.

Moments in Love, by the Art of Noise, released a version which played at half speed (i.e. very gently and calmly) whilst Anne Dudley (the brilliant Anne Dudley) plays the single most outstandingly beautiful piano in reflection of the mood of the music. Well worth seeking out, not sure of the version name though - as there are lots of MIL versions. It is identifiable because it is the only version that plays at half speed.

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the various works you cite. I puzzled over KB for a minute, but then recalled your previous references. When the reaction is provoked by music with no lyrics, I'm not sure how prior personal experiences could play a role. When lyrics are present, of course, personal experiences do play a role. LMA; TMW.

Music alone can serve as an equally poignant reminder of certain points in life. But then again I tend to listen to music as well as songs so they are also stamped in time.

LMA, TMW, TWA, UPS make me recall the days I first listened to them and the events surrounding. I 'found' a cassette with the Gorecki symphony on, and it will always remind me of that period of time. I like to refer to it as my lost and found era.

Unfortunately I have yet to locate an anthem to accompany lightly buttered mushrooms, obtained from a favourite Italian now steeped in our history.

Well, yes, music or songs heard at a particular point in life can certainly recall that time and everything associated with it. But new material presumably derives its power differently. Genetic memory or something, perhaps.

P, what say you on the seemingly common, general drop in interest with people in music as they mature, leaving the minority to retain the faith.

I discussed this at some length with a good friend of mine recently, and we both concluded that it was quite disappointing, sometimes adversely affecting the euphoria felt on discovering newer music. With nothing to share, the enjoyment is a little lessened.

I assume that parental responsibilities bear a large part of the blame.