I’ve been wanting to post for a while some of my favourite non-English songs, so here is a selection of just five… I may do this regularly to share what I’ve found. (Yes, some of these are recent chart hits.. but they’re catchy and on my list to stay.)
A funky, upbeat tune that you won’t be able to resist dancing to (however badly, no judgement here).
2. Despacito – Luis Fonsi feat. Daddy Yankee
You knew this was coming. And you’ve probably already heard it but it doesn’t mean you are impervious to how fun this song is!
3. Sofia – Alvaro Soler
A song I happened upon by chance in an Italian playlist last summer. Reminded me why I learned Spanish in the first place.
4. Havana – Camila Cabello feat. Daddy Yankee
This is the actual Spanish version with Daddy Yankee, and is in fact even more amazing than the original.
An odd little song that I discovered back in second year while enduring the film Cria Cuervos… the film is an acquired taste but the song is enjoyable. (This video has the text so you can sing along. Also with a French translation).
And that’s that. For now. Doing this has reminded me from a bunch of other songs that I want to share, next time for sure.
… drinking Montepulciano D’Abruzzo, listening to the Wildhearts,
and feeling at one with the world.
Yesterday was the first time I was able to bring myself to listen to Linkin Park since Chester’s suicide. I listened to most of the Reanimation album (a few tracks were missing from my phone) since way back when it was my favourite LP album.
It’s hard to think back and remember how LP were such a massive part of my life when I was a young teenager. I had to have my own copies of the albums, Reanimation came out around one of my birthdays and was an extra treat, then Meteora dropped in 2003 and I swear I listened to that album everyday for about 40 days straight.
In November 2003 Linkin Park did their UK tour with their first ever date in Glasgow. I had already bought a ticket but I ended up winning a radio competition on Beat 106 and not only won 2 more tickets but also won backstage passes for my friends and I. It was the absolute greatest night of my life, the night before I turned 15, and solidified how much I loved LP and Chester.
I have fond memories of those few years, in the vacuum between albums I of course got interested in other bands like My Chemical Romance and Placebo (the latter to an obsessive point) and won countless radio competitions to win tickets for them and merchandise. The point is, despite school and reality, I had music to fall back on, I had my bands I could count on to make me feel better, to protect me in a little bubble world when I didn’t have the answers to the big things myself. The words Chester sang and screamed fit perfectly with my own feelings of angst and confusion and I am so much a better person for having been able to work through it all with his help. My only regret, and one I know everyone is and will be feeling, is that Chester didn’t get this same escape and closure to his angst and demons, or not enough of it, at least.
I’m sorry as the years went by and communications became easier, I’m sorry I didn’t just tweet or message the profound impact he and his band had on me. They made me want to do better, to work harder and more passionately. And they proved that dreams do come true. I’m still struggling to tie this happy part of my teenage-hood with the harsh realities I’ve faced myself and understand as an adult, I don’t know that I ever will, and I don’t know that I need to; the happiest memory I have is what will keep his memory alive.