Yngwie, Se7en, and Air
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meowmensteenWhenever I look up music on youtube, I impulsively look to see if someone has a version on the accordion. There was about fifty versions of this piece:
You know the first time I heard that piece was in the library scene in the movie Se7en. In fact, I would say that was the most memorable scene in the whole movie for me. It was kind of funny really. When I was pregnant my sister told me to NOT watch that movie. I don't like being told what to do, so I watched it. That scene really stuck with me, more so than all the violence. Then when I had my baby, the hospital gave me a a Baby Einstein CD of classical music to play for her. Air was one of the tracks on there and I was like, hey they have that song from Se7en on here!...remember I brought my child home from the hospital on my 21st birthday.
I was going to post a video of that scene from the movie, but the images in that scene are actually more disturbing than any of the metal songs I've posted here. That brings me to my next point. It seems to me that emotion I most enjoy getting out of art is fear. I wonder if it's like how people listen to, and perform, the blues to release the "blues" in themselves. I grew up with a lot of fear and at the same time was drawn to things that scared me. I liked the feeling of facing my fears. Looking at something that scared me right in the eyes and seeing it for what it was. One of those great eras in my life when I was both scared and excited was when they were moving the baking kitchen at Three Girls, and during construction of the new kitchen in Ballard, I had to use the space at Pike Place Market at night to bake. Alone. I would come in after six when the shop would close up for the night. One of the guys would help me put the giant woodblock table top onto the to-go station and I'd set up right there. The shutters would go down all around me, but I was still mostly in an open air kitchen. People would yell at me through the shutters. I used to blast Yngwie Malmsteen on the radio and drink a Heineken while I baked. Sometimes wandering back in the Sanitary Market building to the walk-in fridges for missed ingredients...hoping I wouldn't run into one of the Market ghosts. I had a theory that Yngwie would keep them away from the shop. Then after I was done in the dead of the night, I would jump on my bike and ride home along the waterfront, often in the deep fog that was coming off the water. Sometimes the fog was so thick and soupy all I could see was the line on the bike trail where I aimed my headlight at. I had my pepper spray in my jacket pocket ready to grab in case anyone would jump at me from the deep fog. It was almost disappointing when the shiny new kitchen was built. I mean it was a lot easier to bake in a full kitchen with large mixers and two ovens, but I missed baking in the Market.
Hah, this seems a fitting end to this post. Yngwie's version of Air on G:
You know the first time I heard that piece was in the library scene in the movie Se7en. In fact, I would say that was the most memorable scene in the whole movie for me. It was kind of funny really. When I was pregnant my sister told me to NOT watch that movie. I don't like being told what to do, so I watched it. That scene really stuck with me, more so than all the violence. Then when I had my baby, the hospital gave me a a Baby Einstein CD of classical music to play for her. Air was one of the tracks on there and I was like, hey they have that song from Se7en on here!...remember I brought my child home from the hospital on my 21st birthday.
I was going to post a video of that scene from the movie, but the images in that scene are actually more disturbing than any of the metal songs I've posted here. That brings me to my next point. It seems to me that emotion I most enjoy getting out of art is fear. I wonder if it's like how people listen to, and perform, the blues to release the "blues" in themselves. I grew up with a lot of fear and at the same time was drawn to things that scared me. I liked the feeling of facing my fears. Looking at something that scared me right in the eyes and seeing it for what it was. One of those great eras in my life when I was both scared and excited was when they were moving the baking kitchen at Three Girls, and during construction of the new kitchen in Ballard, I had to use the space at Pike Place Market at night to bake. Alone. I would come in after six when the shop would close up for the night. One of the guys would help me put the giant woodblock table top onto the to-go station and I'd set up right there. The shutters would go down all around me, but I was still mostly in an open air kitchen. People would yell at me through the shutters. I used to blast Yngwie Malmsteen on the radio and drink a Heineken while I baked. Sometimes wandering back in the Sanitary Market building to the walk-in fridges for missed ingredients...hoping I wouldn't run into one of the Market ghosts. I had a theory that Yngwie would keep them away from the shop. Then after I was done in the dead of the night, I would jump on my bike and ride home along the waterfront, often in the deep fog that was coming off the water. Sometimes the fog was so thick and soupy all I could see was the line on the bike trail where I aimed my headlight at. I had my pepper spray in my jacket pocket ready to grab in case anyone would jump at me from the deep fog. It was almost disappointing when the shiny new kitchen was built. I mean it was a lot easier to bake in a full kitchen with large mixers and two ovens, but I missed baking in the Market.
Hah, this seems a fitting end to this post. Yngwie's version of Air on G:
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Date: 2015-10-14 03:54 am (UTC)The accordeon version is quite nice =P
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