While I was waiting for her to come on, I got to thinking about the whole Esteddford thing, and I wondered whether, like Physical Culture (remember fizzy?), it was an Australian only thing. Then I got thinking of other true Australian cultural activities, not the ockerism ones that we've allowed to become the opinion of the international world, but the little everyday ones that are in danger of extinction. And I couldn't really think of any more except fizzy and esteddfords, so my mind wandered and I was kind of in a world of my own when suddenly ...
Oh my God, can that be right? Is that young girl up there on the stage dancing to Tori Amos' Winter? What, no Britney If You Seek Amy? I was as suprised by it as I would have been if it were presented on Australian Idol. Gen Y - full of suprises that's for sure.
So I got thinking about the old Tori Amos songs I used to love so much. And I remembered a you tube video I'd seen with an interview at the end with Tori talking about herself ad nauseum. Her affected swivelling on the piano stool (do you think she's doing what I think she's doing?), the weird interview - the eccentricity was part of the appeal probably. Anyhow, I'll share it with you guys, because I got nothing on the knitting front that I'm allowed to talk about just yet ...
While we're on the subject of good songs, Emily did her dance to an acoustic version of Leonard Cohen's Allelujiah. Beautiful. I love that song.
But you know, the meaning of it? We'll I'm sure as hell I don't know, and I'd bet neither does anybody else. In isolation, the lyrics really are massively stupid.
She tied you to the kitchen chair. She broke your throne and she cut your hair.
Well, I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
I come over all gooey when I hear that song, and I fancy that I know what it means because it makes me feel something, but I'm not entirely sure what. I'd bet the choir of hard knocks don't really understand it either. But I guess a song doesn't have to have a literal meaning to stir an emotion (American Pie for example is riddled with bizarre lines), but the sum of the parts is what makes it appeal to someone's emotions.
But you know, when they put it in Shrek, and then let the winner of the UK X Factor Alexander Burke release it as a Christmas single, Jeff Buckley may well be spinning in his grave. It's also pretty obvious that Leonard Cohen needs the money.
Thank you for reading this far, I shall now leave you in peace. Did you say Halelujiah?