The other night I watched a movie with my mom, we saw And So It Goes. It was a decent, feel-good type movie - nothing special. But there was one seen, where Diane Keaton's character is talking about a song she heard when she first fell in love - "The Shadow of Your Smile" - and I thought about music today. The song some people probably hear when they first fall in love is probably some cheesy, uninspired pop song.
When I was in Europe, I was surprised to hear American pop music playing. But that was only in passing, I suppose when I think about the music I heard in Europe I think about the woman on the Paris metro with her portable speaker and microphone singing a ballad in French, or the man with the stringed instrument with a horn attached (still can't figure out how the horn was supposed to be played...) singing a song, all smiles. I think about the mellow, French songs playing in the cafés. I think about the festival I happened upon in Barcelona, and the upbeat sounds of the drums and horns. I think about the bands in Pamplona, with their brassy instruments. And maybe that's why my ears were open to hearing something so different. Yes, I can't understand the lyrics to most of these songs, but I can feel the emotions with each note and each word being sung.
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