Of Swan Lake

Back when I was a kid, another fascinating thing about an animated series was the music. The weekends were full of joints from Justice League, Spider-Man: The New Animated Series, Gargoyles, Cédric, Oswald, Bob the Builder, Noddy, Looney Tunes and many others that I probably don’t even remember the name of.

Back when there was not really a thing called internet to take over the control of your attention span. No annoying notifications from your IG or Twitter to ponder upon. So everything you would do, especially, aesthetically, you would do in absolute wonder. You know the Richard David James’ quote, “The holy grail for a music fan is to hear music from another planet, which has not been influenced by us whatsoever. Or, even better, from lots of different planets. The closest we got to that was before the Internet, when people didn’t know of each other’s existence. Now, that doesn’t really happen.”

There was a minimal beauty in grasping an album by heart. The one album that you’d know every word of or every piece of melody embedded in. Well, that album was among the ten albums you had had on your bookshelves after all. So every time you would want to enjoy some music on your own you had to either turn on the radio or television or insert the cassette tape inside the stereo or put the vinyl on your record player.

Gone are the days of your 70 tracks music library you’d have to listen to back and forth. Now with Spotify, Apple music, Google music or YouTube you have access to millions of music. So the trend of pressing next on your streaming platform has been on it’s verge. Probably a reason why I’m not able to remember any of the new stuffs I’ve been listening to lately.

I remember back in my 6th grade in 2004 I watched a movie called Barbie of Swan Lake based upon the Swan Lake by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky around this time of the year. The impact of “Swan Lake”, not the movie but the music, had had its lethal upshot on me for a very long time until I finally found out about the actual ballet and started to play it on repeat until it all became really worn out. Then last night, I stumbled upon a soundtrack by Stelvio Cipriani from a 1969’s Italian thriller film Femina ridens ( The Laughing Woman) directed by Piero Schivazappa.

Of course there should not be anything surprising in discovering a soundtrack in the age of all these streaming platforms. But somehow the sound of a harp, a double bass, a jazz drum, and some strings were able to bring back a lot of memories of the April of 2004 out of the blue and I realized how swiftly the humans as a sentient creature are evolving and adopting this new era of technology. I guess its not that hard to realize anymore that the past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

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6 thoughts on “Of Swan Lake

  1. Ahhh, the past. The good-all days, now gone. Anyways just dropped by to say thanks for liking ‘Bradley, Brandon and Butlet’.

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