In the end this became a long post with a lot of videos embedded, a couple of memories that despite touching them, I still kept to myself for the greater part (I guess)
, and a lot of things most people that might happen to read this won't have a clue about.
For some reason I decided to just let the whole of the music on my itunes play. No playlists, no selected artists, just... everything
Well, needless to say, that eight out of ten plays, if not more, are Japanese anyway. Okay, I had REM, and there was Snow Patrol somewhere... but it's rare, very rare.
Of course, shuffled.
It's 3712 tracks to choose from, hm, yet I wasn't really surprised to find that it chose 「依存の庭」[Izon no Niwa]
very soon, and well, it's still the only thing played by SID.
Now, the thing triggering my little post is that... suddenly... this came up:
'So needless to say... I'm odds and ends... but I'm me~'
I'm pretty sure I'd never ever fall in love for pop music ever again, but that didn't change the fact that I was indeed squealing and flailing when that song came up, beaming from one side to the other.
I love it. I still do. I fucking love it.
So many memories.
So many good ones.
Glorious ones, in dark, dark times.
The man with the angelic crystal-voice. A half-crush of mine.
(man in the middle)
It's kinda funny to see that *ducks slightly* that's really not my type man anymore... at all... it seems.
Totally my type that time though. High cheek-bones, his wolfish eyes, the shape of his eyebrows, the great
hair (hmm still got that hair thing going on though xD), his slender body... the voice. Hmm, yeah the voice. Holding that high note in Summer moved on
for twenty seconds, even with his 40 years.
At that time, I was totally into 80ies. Both Rock and Pop, you know, the good old pop
that actually seemed to still convey some deeper meaning here and there. And a-ha with their songs... mmm, they saved my life. I'm not joking. Not at all. They really did.
After all those pop releases, Hunting High and Low
, Scoundrel Days
and Stay on these Roads
, all in this 'typical a-ha fashion', until they totally broke out into the rock-area with East of the Sun, West of the Moon
, so different, so much more 'grown up', great tunes. And then, their next release in the early nineties I think, Memorial Beach
... I don't even know what to call that sort of music. It was very
different. Opinions about it differed just as much as their music style over time. Also mom - who was the one to harbour all those old records of them - hadn't really liked it at first, however, after getting used to their new tones it was pretty clear that Memorial Beach
with its haunted, dark atmosphere probably was one of their best album releases ever.
Though of course, that's hard to say, as a (ex)
fan, because you tend to love all of it, don't you.
And there's nothing that ever could replace that most beautiful song Hunting High and Low
. Such a beautiful PV as well but oh - I can't find it on youtube, nor on veoh... seems they have been purged. Ouch. Well, I can call myself lucky then, since I have their DVDs. I found their live version
Watching, listening, goose bumps. Everywhere. After so many years of not
listening. And ... somehow it's very... ironic. I think my listening habits lessened some time during or after I went to Norway, so that must have been 2005 latest. Led Zeppelin wave taking over. And from there to Blues AND LedZeppelin, and then it was Jrock. [Hmm Morten... Wanting the audience to sing along and then going like "Aww, that sounds so sad... come on!" Dork. It's a sad song. Dork. And it's kinda weird to listen to that now, listen to him talking Norwegian and actually understanding every single thing. It's weird.]
So there I might have been not
listening for four years. And here I am again and hear those words and... they take on a new meaning.
Do you know what it means... to love... you...?
... and I know I'll be hunting high and low... only... for you... watch me tearing myself to pieces...
hunting high... and low... there's no end to the lengths I'll go...
All this makes me want to watch their PV DVD, really. Or their live DVD.
See - Train of Thought
So 80ies. So much win.Watch A-Ha - Train Of Thought in A-Ha | View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com
See what I mean when I say... sexy? *----* Those chest muscles.........
, these arms
... argh. Uhm. Yeah ^ ^" And heck, his voice. The first voice I ever felt
, you know. The first voice that ever made me feel as if it'd wrap around me, lift me up, do
things to my heart, you know... I really should listen to them again. Not that I'd do it for long anyway, as Jrock is still... Jrock... and rather consuming. *laughs* As his was the first voice I'd feel, a-ha were the first band I ever was a fan of. And that rather very monogamously, and very intensely. And at that time, in the beginning, there was no endless surfing on the internet for clips, lives, pictures... hehe.
Yet, Morten's voice is still one of the greatest ever, in my opinion. *sigh* So many memories... most of all felt memories, not seen, not right now. Hmmm...
Oh my Gods. That voice.
I was there:
Keeper of the Flame
I'm even on the video once or twice, the one broadcasted in Norwegian TV. *soft laugh*
Really, I wouldn't listen to that sort of music anymore... but so much of myself is connected with them. So much love, too. And I still do love them.
The sun must never touch your skin
It could expose the dark within
You're paranoid about the paranoia
And I'm just gonna put this clip from the same live as well, just because.
Because I was so damn happy that day, that night, it was incredible. They could make me cry for joy. So often. And that live, it was free. Totally free. In a park in Oslo. It had rained the whole day, until the concert was about to begin, I was soaked, the others around me were soaked, but heck, we didn't care a bit.
a-ha fans... they're so special. *laughs*
Hahahahah... I totally rock out right now XD Incredible. And sing along the lines, not having forgotten a single one. Singing with all my heart. It might be terribly embarrassing, but no one's at home, so that's grand. XDDD Aww, 80ies... "Please don't ask me to defend ... the shameful lowlands of the way I'm drifting gloomily through time"
Aww, Magne (keyboard/guitar. The one usually fooling around) is so great. I love that man. I started to like him much more than Morten after a while during my fan days. And he's totally leaving his keyboard there for a while and goes totally air-guitaring! AHAHAHAHA! ♥ And aww... Paul (guitar) always looking so terribly shy on stage. No matter whether he's 20 or 40 years old XDDDD I love those guys.
It's such an outsider's music, and still is. Makes me proud the more XD
And by the way, it's a fact:
"In 1981 a-ha toured the Far East and were the first band to make a stadium tour of South America. They played to 131,000 people in Sao Paolo, the largest paying audience for any band anywhere in the world."
Indeed~ As far as I know, still holding that place in the Guinness Book of World Records. ^_^
Dark is the Night
I think I was somewhere in front of the one carrying that girl on his shoulders. I'm not sure though.
Currently I'm just browsing people's playlists... I remember that song, on their at that time new album Analogue:
Time and again
I remember I just listened, listened, for the first time, closing my eyes and just listening, and then, towards the end, at the 'be'... (you'd notice which I mean), I started crying.
I'll end this with one of my favourite songs
I can feel the sweat on my lips leaking into my mouth...
I don't know... I'm just so terribly grateful. Even though I'm not into them anymore (hm, maybe just a little bit, right now? Due to memories and all *laughs*), I wouldn't be the one I am now without them. I was so unhappy at that period of time. [unhappy isn't really a word to describe that. Distress. Coma. Yes. That's more of it. Anguish. Blah. I try to remind myself sometimes of how bad it really was, but I seem to not be able to. Psychic repression much?] And that music, it made me smile. Smile, at first, and then beam, beam happily. It showed me happiness when there practically was none... And I got strong, through them. Strong to face the fucktards and be myself. Forever. Forever sticking out and never belonging, but at least, being myself.
They did shape a greater part of me.
And for that.