Tuesday 7 December 2004

Pic of the day: Sims2 is rated T for Teen. I suppose the same could be done with some of Chris de Burgh's songs, which are on a similar level. This picture would go well with his "Suddenly love", I think... ^.^*

No t in Chris

Lately I've been playing songs by Chris de Burg over and over. He has a much wider repertoire than most people think, but yeah, love songs are what he is famous for and probably what he is best at. And they sure make up the largest single genre. Ballads, I would call them, except they are not necessarily ballads, sometimes he rocks but the idea is still the same.

I admire the strength of his spirit, but not necessarily the content. Chris is theologically dubious at best. I don't know why but he doesn't seem on the friendliest of terms with Christianity. I recently saw his song A spaceman came travelling on a Christmas compilation, but it is not at all like that. It makes a Science Fiction / New Age story out of the Christmas gospel. (Not that Christmas is a Christian celebration in the first place, but still I think it says something.) Elsewhere he professes his belief that the deceased are hanging out observing the living, contrary to what the Bible says.

Ironically the song that first got me interested in Chris de Burgh was one I heard as I passed a music store some years ago: "Brother John", a lively tune about a monk who makes the mistake of spending too much time watching one of the local girls and subsequently is seduced and loses his soul, much to the amusement of the Devil. In truth, Chris does not sound too unhappy about it himself. The melody is quite fetching though.

But above all, the relentless goddess worship gets to me in the long run. I know that when people fall in love, they project on each other an aura that is larger than life. People project a lot, overall, but more when they are in love (and in hate, I suppose). I tend to think that this more than anything is why I cannot fall in love like humans do: I don't project easily. I may have spent years of my life lying like mad (in the form of novels) but in my own life, a relentless search for truth makes me question everything, even my own religion. How much more an obvious mistake such as worshiping a woman. (I'm not kidding you. My previous best friend really is as fantastic as I described her. There was never any rosy glasses there. I still hold the same opinion of her now that everything is over. I just tend to like fantastic women, I guess, while most guys prefer women who make THEM feel fantastic.)

Anyway, this is how it is with me. I am listening to Chris de Burgh and thinking angsty thought about life and death and love and the universe and everything. But then I play City of Heroes and forget about it all for a while.