>Is that Doobie Brothers song stuck in your head now?
A few days ago, I was over at Nanny Goats in Panties reading her post about music. This got me thinking about how lyrics really don’t matter sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good lyric, but mostly I listen to music for the music. For example, most of the classical music I listen to doesn’t have people singing. It probably has lyrics in whatever opera it was first featured, but I rarely hear it. Then there is the music in various foreign languages I don’t understand, yet find beautiful.
Of course, knowing the lyrics does help to deepen the connection to the song. And sometimes I like to hear the singing because I secretly wish I could sing like that, just belting out the passion. Unfortunately, my voice is crappy and untrained, which doesn’t stop me from singing in the car.
Now, I can name that tune with the best of them, but I don’t know the lyrics to most songs. That Wayne Brady show, “Don’t Forget the Lyrics” would stump me constantly. Maybe I know 60% of the lyrics in a song unless I took the time to Google the song to better understand what was stuck in my head like Van Halen’s Unchained.
Can I confess that I didn’t know the lyrics to You Give Love a Bad Name until a few years ago?