Shivers Down My Spine

My test of a beautiful song is whether it sends shivers down my spine.

It is not necessarily mainstream classics that cause my shivers, but more the relationship to a special time or person.

Songs like the Corrs Runawy with its beautiful harmonies and classic Irish folk style or Deep Blue Something’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s with its guitars are gorgeous songs, but there are so many more.

Yesterday, an all time classic written and sung by Paul McCartney is one of the great songs, with its beautiful guitar opening and mellow vocals.

Glenn Campbell’s version of the Jimmy Webb written Galveston is amazing. Jimmy Webb’s lyrics are so powerful, an anti-war classic sung in military time, making it all the more poignant.

Somebody’s Baby by Jackson Browne a song that makes me think of my wife each and every time I hear it. Shivers down the spine and a smile on my face.

It so also hard to go past Leaving on a Jet Plane. I love both the Peter Paul and Mary and Chantel Kreviazuk’s versions however it is always John Denver’s version that sends shivers down my spine. I saw John Denver at Adelaide Oval play this song with a close friend whose father had recently died and as Denver played the tears just gushed down my friend’s face.

There are so many Joni Mitchell songs that I love but it’s Free Man in Paris that fits this bill best. Jose Feliciano’s opening guitar is awesome, but it’s the memory of a day on my own where

I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favours

as I wandered down the Champs Élysées. An amazing day the memory of which is rekindled every time I hear the song.

Walking in Memphis and the words

“Tell me are you a Christian Child?”
And I said “Ma’am I am tonight”

does it every time.

So there are some examples of beautiful songs that send a shiver done my spine but of all of them it is Anne Hathaway’s version of I Dreamed a Dream which truly stands out, it is simply emotionally raw and beautiful.

Memories of a Great Concert

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I have been on a walk down memory lane, sparked by my recent visit to the local music store, and purchase of Paul McCartney and Wings’ Rockshow on Bluray. It bought the memories flooding back of the Adelaide leg of the Wings Over The World Tour just prior to my year 12 Exams in November1975.

The concert was at the now demolished Apollo Stadium, which was a basketball stadium that converted to a concert venue for about four thousand people. It was a great venue, no bad seats and everyone close to the stage.

As I wandered back to the office after making my purchase I had a chuckle about how I came by my ticket and the hysteria that the Paul McCartney visit had brought.

Tickets were nearly impossible to get

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browney237.com is One

This post is all about me!

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It is a selfish reflection as browney237.com turns One. My blog is a personal writing space, and has reflected my own journey over the last twelve months: a period of transition.

I remember sitting at the beach house the Sunday after Adelaide narrowly lost the 2012 AFL Preliminary Final feeling quite unsettled. That feeling was not a product of the narrow loss but my continued reflection on my firm’s transition to retirement seminar, “Pinnacle”or as I refer to it, “God’s Waiting Room”, which we had attended a couple of weeks before.

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AFL, it’s more than Money

Football seems to be more about the money than the game itself.

As a South Australian I am used to the very occasional Friday Night game in Adelaide, inconvenient scheduling when compared to Collingwood, Essendon, Geelong and Hawthorn; I can’t remember the last time we had a holiday Monday game in Adelaide. It does seem that if you are not from Melbourne you don’t matter as after all that is where the money is.

The latest example is the seemingly grudging appreciation by the AFL’s CEO of the efforts of Freemantle and more particularly Port Adelaide

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Reflections of My Life

I was listening to the 1969 Marmalades’ hit Reflections of my Life on Spotify.

It’s a forgotten classic by a band from Glasgow, however as I listened to it this time around, it was with quite different ears to those of the 12 year old who bought it in 1970 as a 45. I don’t think it was just being forty plus years older that gave the song a different feel.

It is a very melancholy song. For me, as with so many others, a couple of lines stood out,

The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live, oh but I don’t wanna die
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Given the song was written at the height of the Vietnam War its anti-war sentiment is easy to understand as is the reference to the world as a bad and terrible place. This time around though, it was not the Vietnam War that I was thinking about when I listened to the song, but a photo I had seen on our recent trip. I could neither get the photograph or the lines out of my head.

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The photo is on display at the Topography of Terror in Berlin,

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