Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Yea i was listening to this by yet again one of my fav saxophonists David Sanborn. it's the smooth, slow ballady type of jazz get wat i mean? Yea and i was listenin to how he improvised the parts of the song, try to break it up into parts and understand why he played certain passages this way and dat~

And then you'll realise dat there's more to music than just good sound to the ears, each time i listen to a particular song, i seem to find new sounds and dynamics emerging from it~ and dat's the beauty of music cos each piece doesnt sound the same as the other and within the same piece, it can sound a variety of ways~

And to digress a little, i think i've realised my habit of using '~' almost each time i end a sentence~ see? there i go again~ anyway yea back to the topic.

Music improvisation is interesting, very, and in particular, jazz improvisation which i must say is probably one of the hardest forms of music to improvise on. Things get really exciting when u somehow happen to chance upon a certain chord or note which can either kill your piece or make it soar~ i was just wonderin bout the emotional/psychological or watever effects dat certain notes and chords have on ppl when played. i think there must be many studies done on this~ all i know is dat certain notes and chords in hymns in the olden times were disallowed simply because they were deemed as 'diabolic'. If i remember correctly, the church did not take too well to Bach's music? well at least some i think~ if i'm not wrong, they considered his music somewat deviant.. but how much music has evolved from back in the classical days right up till now is really astounding~ makes an interesting Honours paper no? heh~

Alright here's the song in lyrics~ but i really recommend the Sanborn version of it. Pure instrumental sax~ Maybe someday i'll come up with my own good piece of work~

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside
Cannot be denied

They said someday you��ll find
All who love are blind
When you��re heart��s on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes