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Those which touched me

Playing Piano

 

Those of you who have read me for a while will know I listen to a great deal of music. My tastes are broad, from rock to jazz, hip hop to blues, R&B to classical, opera to indie, and many genres in between. And I enjoy music from all over the world.

I listen to a lot of new albums and these are my fifteen favourites from those released in 2021 that came to my attention. Each one, in its own way, excited, moved, touched, impressed and delighted me.

They are not in any particular order:

Sons of Kemet – Black to the Future

Wolf Alice – Blue Weekend

Little Simz – Sometimes I might be Introvert

Arooj Aftab – Vulture Prince

Lana Del Rey – Chemtrails over the Country Club

Nubya Garcia – Source + We Move

St. Vincent – Daddy’s Home

Swindle – The New World

The Killers – Pressure Machine

Mdou Moctar – Afrique Victime

Lana Del Rey – Blue Banisters

Nick Cave & Warren Ellis – Carnage

Arab Strap – As Days Get Dark

London Grammar – Californian Soil

Self Esteem – Prioritise Pleasure

 

If you ever get a chance to listen to any of them, I hope you enjoy.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Photograph found on the web, source unknown. If yours, please advise and I will remove or give credit.

 

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2021 in Music, Still Life, Uncategorized

 

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Sea

Once upon a time

by the sea

where the water

kisses the sand

I held a perfect

salt-bleached shell

to my ear.

The voice I heard

from within

was yours.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Photography by Mira Nedyalkova

Not a brand new post. But when I listen again perhaps the voice I hear will be yours.

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2021 in Music, romance, Still Life

 

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Music starts

Lorelei

The music starts

slow guitar

growling bass

dirty brass

drums kick in

high hat

snare.

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His eyes

are upon her

watching her face

watching her body

as she moves.

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She has never

felt more

a woman

than she does

right now.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is five years old, yet a dancer is always special.

Art by Jeremy Mann

 
 

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This Year’s Music

 

A strange year.

Thankfully there is always new music.

For those of you who are interested (and there will not be many) these have been my favourite ten new albums of 2020.

There are many I am sure I have forgotten, and most of you will disagree with these.

But anyway ….

(in no particular order)

 

Universal Want – Doves

Rough and Rowdy Ways – Bob Dylan

Song for Our Daughter – Laura Marling

Imploding the Mirage – The Killers

Beyond the Pale – Jarv is

Night Chancers – Baxter Dury

On Sunset – Paul Weller

American Head – Flaming Lips

Women in Music Part III – HAIM

Every Bad – Porridge Radio

 

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Andrew Atroshenko

 
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Posted by on December 8, 2020 in Music, Still Life

 

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My Life is Going On – La Casa de Papel

 

It is an age since I have shared music.

But actually this time I am sharing it with a TV recommendation, which is unusual for me.

If you have not been watching La Casa de Papel (Money Heist) then you are missing what I believe is one of the best thriller series for ages. For me, it is one of the best I have seen in my life. It has absolutely everything. It is a compelling drama, exciting, intelligent, emotional, unpredictable, fun, sexy, anti-establishment and completely addictive. It is directed by the talented Alex Pina. I have just started on what I believe is the final series (Series Four). I dread reaching the end.

Do give it a go if it sounds like your kind of thing. Watch it from the first series – you can’t dive in later on. It is on Netflix. But please watch it in the original Spanish (lovely language) with subtitles, not overdubbed. There is nothing worse, or more stupid, than overdubbing.

Back to the music. It was composed by Manel Santisteban, and the words were written by Cecilia Krull. I don’t know if it is a great piece of music or not.

But I now find it as addictive as the series.

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This blog post © the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Music and video from the Netflix series La Casa de Papel (Money Heist)

 

My Life Is Going On

If I’m stayin’ with you, if I’m choosing wrong
I don’t care at all
If I’m losing now, but I’m winning late
That’s all I want
I don’t care at all
I am lost
I don’t care at all
I am lost
Now we need some space, ’cause I feel for you
And I wanna change
Growing up alone, it seems so short
I can’t explain
Whatever happens in the future, trust in destiny
Don’t try to make anything else even when you feel
I don’t care at all
I am lost
I don’t care at all
Lost my time, my life, it’s going on
I will be so strong, looking for a new version of myself
‘Cause now all I want is to be a part of my new world
Whatever happens in the future, trust in destiny
Don’t try to make anything else even when you feel
I don’t care at all
I am lost
I don’t care at all
I am lost
Why not have it all?
I am lost
Lost my time, my life it’s going on
 
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Posted by on June 15, 2020 in Music, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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My idea of hell

 

I often fill my Sundays with music.

Usually a rich and eclectic mix of sounds from all over the world.

Different genres, different, times, different countries.

I long ago realised that I like music the way I like people.

Diverse in age, sex and sexuality, ethnicity, colour, language and culture.

I realised too that my idea of hell is a place entirely populated by straight white people.

Like me.

 

 

NB  Obviously the painting represents more my idea of heaven than one of hell.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, but always true, and the way I often spend my Sundays

Art by Larry Poncho Brown

 
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Posted by on April 19, 2020 in Music, Poetry, politics, Still Life

 

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Last year’s music

 

I have been meaning to do this for months – well, two months anyway.

As you will know, I listen to a great deal of music. So I have decided to bore you with a list of my most enjoyed albums of last year (2019).

They are in no particular order – although Lana’s is probably the one I have played to death and Kate Tempest’s most inspired me.

Lana Del Rey – Norman Fucking Rockwell

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Ghosteen

Karen O & Danger Mouse – Lux Prima

Kate Tempest – The book of traps and legends

Sharon Van Etten – Remind me tomorrow

Elbow – Giants of all sizes

Lewis Capaldi – Divinely uninspired to a hellish Extent

Billie Eilish – When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

Michael Kiwanuka – Kiwanuka

Hozier – Wasteland, Baby!

 

I have probably forgotten one or two, and there are a few that, on another day I might have included.

I expect there are hundreds you will think I should have listed.

Perhaps I will do this again next year – if I am still here.

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@ the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Rosemarie Barnes

 

 

 
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Posted by on February 29, 2020 in Music

 

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Firesmoke

 

Sometimes you hear something which completely stops you in your tracks. I actually pulled over and stopped the car the first time I heard it.

This piece of music/poetry has haunted me for a few weeks. It is by Kate Tempest, one of the UK’s most breathtaking and genre breaking poets.

It is a gorgeously romantic and sensual piece.

It has touched me deeply.

I will say no more. I will simply leave you to listen.

(this has been another of my ‘songs I like but you might not know’ posts)

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Poetry and music © Kate Tempest

This blog © the author writing as Romantic Dominant

My visionary is a vision
I watch her dancing by the window
And it rips my flesh to ribbons
And the whole world is just ripples
In the middle distance
I listen to her hips
I push my kisses to her lips
We move like we were born to move
The night is teeth and pistons
And there is something in this tenderness that makes me want to live
 
Firesmoke
 
Her mouth sets free this captive
Come close to me
Free me
Let me untangle the madness that knots you
I drop to my knees and crawl across you
I tell you I’ve got you
It’s firesmoke
 
So go on, give me three days of your body and mine
Time is a blind eye and I see your mind in my mind’s eye
You make me immortal
You take me to space
You are a planet
A place I’ve not known
Your body is home to rare gods
I kneel at their temple
I’m blown to bits, gentle, ferocious
We are open
Explosives have nothing compared to these sparks
So let’s fall apart
And then lie with me, breathing in the den of the dark
It’s firesmoke
Your mouth sets free this captive come close to me
Free me
Untangle the madness that knots me
You drop to your knees, you crawl across me
You lick your lips softly, it’s firesmoke
 
The fire rises between us
And makes us get on the wrong trains
Walk the wrong way
Make strangers smile greetings on Lewisham way
I bathe in this fire
It warms without burning
Compels without force
And it turns without turning the world
So please, you keep your purpose
Your poise and your journey
I’ll be by the fire
Thinking, nothing I’ve learned can prepare me
For everything else that needs learning
Is this how it feels to feel certain?
Coz for so many years my love’s been a burden
But now comes this fire to cleanse and restore us to fuel us and calm us and push us both forwards


Source: https://songtexte.co/en/kate-tempest-firesmoke-lyrics-e36b52
 
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Posted by on July 4, 2019 in Art, Music, Poetry

 

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My idea of hell

 

I often fill my Sundays with music.

Usually a rich and eclectic mix of sounds from all over the world.

Different genres, different, times, different countries.

I long ago realised that I like music the way I like people.

Diverse in age, sex and sexuality, ethnicity, colour, language and culture.

I realised too that my idea of hell is a place entirely populated by straight white people.

Like me.

 

 

NB  Obviously the painting represents more my idea of heaven than one of hell.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Larry Poncho Brown

 

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2019 in Music, Still Life, Uncategorized

 

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Musical

 

I love music

It has been a constant joy throughout my life.

And my tastes are eclectic

Dirty, raunchy rock.

Desperate, yearning, aching blues.

Bold and brassy soul.

Eloquent, erudite jazz,

Opulent, rich, passionate opera.

Clever, cool classical.

Brave new country

Hypnotic trance,

Inspired indie,

Vibrant African,

Gorgeous Arabic,

Magical South American,

Fiery, Spanish flamenco,

Tortured French torch,

Powerful Portuguese Fado,

Earthy English Folk,

I love all kinds of music

Most of all.

I love music that reminds me of you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted this time three years ago. I realise that I missed plenty of genres and origins first time round : Indian, Caribbean, Grime. Soul, and hundreds of variations and fusions. It would be easier to list what I don’t like.

Portrait of Lana del Rey – provenance unknown

 
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Posted by on March 30, 2019 in Music, Poetry, Still Life

 

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