Or woman-time, for that matter.
I’m trying to think how long I can. But the mere thought is scary. I can’t imagine life without music. It is like this giant crutch that I hold on to. The perfect partner, for every mood, every situation, every kind of day. The only leveler. Of moods, of pace, of energy, of life. When you hit a lovely, slow and quiet day smack in the face, when you’re not expecting it, wonderful things happen. Wonderful things like youtube playlists.
So while everyone is off to celebrate Holi, Yshana and I sit here, with not much to do. So I went on a youtube spree. Only the right music can fix a day like today, when you’re kind of jobless but you can’t just take off and go home (Uff, the price you pay for not liking the concept that is Holi!)
I took the liberty to turn up the girl power. Especially because it has suddenly come to my attention that come 1st April, I am going to be the only girl in a team full of bratty little boys. Poor, poor me. While I’m a complete boy-girl at heart and all my closest friends have all been men, girls need a little girl time every now and then. I don’t know where I’m going to get it from next month onwards. Egads. What a frightening thought. So it all started here:
It set the tone. Clearly girl power mode had kicked in. And I hopped from one chic-
flick track to the next, based on what youtube was throwing up on the side links. Three or four tracks down it suddenly dawned on me that there’s a lot of women artists out there that we just didn’t get enough of. The ones that were more than one-hit-wonders, the ones that just came out of the blue, stunned us with their talent, and disappeared. Some stayed around for a while, finding a quiet corner in which to enthrall small audiences. But nothing very commercial and long-lasting. Take Natalie Imbruglia, for one. How many of us know anything of her beyond this song? Or this song? But delve a little deeper and you’ll find gems like this one:
Maybe, like me, you’ll wonder why someone with such a sweet voice, and face to match wouldn’t sing more of her honest lyrics. Apparently her fifth studio album is scheduled to come out this year. Something to look forward to, perhaps?
Then I landed up on this track:
So soothing. The kind of song you want to listen to on a crispy day, when you have no plans but to lie in bed and read a book, with the sunlight streaming in and bathing you down in its warmth. Yes, its a book-reading kind of song. Also the kind of song that makes you feel like shit for not singing more when you were younger. Like her. So young, it should be illegal.
Speaking of young girls singing, when did we last hear anything by this babe-ette:
Completely underrated, I think. She’s ridiculously talented, and worth so much more than the pop junk she turned out. I remember this one phase right before I moved to Goa, when I had this track on repeat. All. The. Time.
Of course it would just be wrong to skip this track while we’re on the topic of chics we didn’t hear enough of:
This one takes me right back to high-school and all the candy-floss music I was addicted to. Such a strange contrast to the kind of music I listen to now. Even though I still listen to a lot of girls, erm women, I don’t think we’ve heard enough of.
Maybe I’ve moved from sweet-faced, sweet-paced lyrical pieces, to more rustic vocals and grungy undertones. But they’re women none-the-less. And every now and then I need my woman-time. When I bring out an old favourite, hit repeat and let it loop. Much like I do in real life. So yeah, I don’t know what I’m going to do without the girlies next month on.