Thursday, June 28, 2012

Change of Tune

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It was the lovely Carrie Bradshaw who discussed the concept of "secret single behaviour" in Sex and the City; alluding to those peculiar habits or pastimes we partake in as single people, or as people in relationships who get a night off from exposure to their significant other. We all have them - even if you've supressed them slyly - so let's not try to deny the nights we make strange "meals" for ourselves, surf tabloid sites, pick our nailpolish off onto our laps or walk around naked. It happens, and we love it.

I'm convinced a similar kind of concept exists with music. The music that if, for some strange reason, a person were to tug your iPod from your hand to examine your listening choice - you would feel a little sheepish. Not sheepish in the Carly Rae Jepsen or O-Town guilty pleasure kind of way, but sheepish in the sense that no one would even expect (or understand) the song title running across the screen.

I don't think these need to be embarassing admissions. In my mind, they might be "secret single music" choices because they would be out of place if other people's music tastes are present - or because they just have particular special meaning to you and only you. I see absolutely nothing wrong with that, which is why I'm airing mine out right away.

Edith Piaf. Some days, when I'm assembling a perfectly fabulous breakfast while the sun bleaches my living room floor - I crave anything other than what the sometimes "typical" sounding radio playlist has to offer. Some nights, when I've uncorked a bottle of savoury red wine as my book awaits me, I don't feel like listening to a single contemporary track in my music library. And so, I turn to France.

With the click of a button and a deep sigh, Edith Piaf waves me through the Parisian gates. Something about the milky French coo of the legendary icon, her whimsical accent and the accompanying Parisian accordion makes me feel as if for one moment - I'm arms length away from the Eiffel Tower or sipping espresso in a downtown Parisian cafe. It's more of a little escape than anything else - and it's amazing the transformation of scenery and mood that some dreamy French cabaret can erect. For a singer whose life was one big mystery before she succumbed to liver cancer following an adult life of addiction (her last words were "Every damn fool thing you do in this life, you pay for")  - Piaf revealed everything about Paris, love and lessons in her enchanting ballads.

What's your secret single music?

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Desperate to go.

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