All my Little Words

While perusing my normal circuit of blogs, I came across the following music video.

Oddly enamored, I listened and watched it a handful of times before I decided to see the real version of the song. And I was slightly disappointed.

You may asky why is it that I find a strange british boy ( Tom Milsom ) singing to a gameboy version better than this already decent song (All my Little Words, by Magnetic Feilds)? The accent, for one. And then something a bit more meaningful. I looked through my itunes and general music preferences and found similar cases. I think that it’s because when songs are sung, I don’t listen to single parts of the composition. It’s not solely the lyrics or uniquely the melody or harmonies that make up a song. It’s all of those and then some. So when another musician does their own rendition, they bring their own something to the mix. Not the most ground breaking revelation, or really even a reveltion at all, but perhaps a gleaning insight into why I love music and its transmutable muse.

So now, after a few hours of delving into the world of prepubescent looking british boys on youtube (conawillvlog, hexachordal, and the like) I have enough fodder to write a blog about the ridiculous shit people do in their spare (or not so spare) time, myself included. Perhaps for another time.