In the past ten years I have been firmly behind the door when it comes to good music. In the middle of a bad depressive illness anything that provoked an emotional response was definitely most unwelcome and music was a huge factor.
Recently, however, as life has become enjoyable and I have acquired an iphone, I have been attempting to make up for lost time (and spending a fortune in the process). My latest ‘find’ is The Black Keys, who are just so sublime I can’t begin to tell you. I have just downloaded ‘Brothers’ which is one of the best albums I’ve ever heard. I was disappointed to find out online that I missed their UK tour dates because I would have lived on bread and butter for three weeks to go and see them.
Another recent discovery is the Alabama Shakes who are equally fantastic – I was dancing in the kitchen the other night, whilst cooking myself a rather nice supper – steak, rocket and watercress salad, wine – and I realised that life is sometimes rather grand and, in thinking that, it is now a definite given that I am recovered, if somewhat broke. Music, as well as steak, is the food of love.
- Dance with the bandage torn off by Rumi, performed by Kim Rosen, Jami Sieber (kosmothinking.wordpress.com)
- Postcard from Coachella: Black clouds and Black Keys (marquee.blogs.cnn.com)
- The Black Keys – review (guardian.co.uk)
- Music is my sanctuary (stuartotwaysmith.com)