Monday, 21 May 2012

Cousteau - Costeau [2000]

Those of you, who followed a couple of my posts, surely know that I get most creative in trains, buses, cars or while walking. It's as if being in move doubled or tripled my musical sensibility. I must confess train has been my third home during last two months, than you shall be at last introduced to my latest - biggest friend.

It's late March and I experience French phase in the shape of fascinating movie Ils se marièrent et eurent beaucoup d'enfants. The music moves me, so I quickly check OST and suddenly, boom. There is a whole lotta Cousteau in my Chrome Player. Still, I'd never would have expected myself to enjoy this kind of music so much. It's jazzy, it's smooth and a bit oriental at parts. The terrific singer goes easily from deep basses to trembling high parts. 

I adore the traveling, reflexive spirit of Cousteau, like in delicate Mesmer, that makes me think of romantic escapades to wild African beaches. But there are also jazzy, lazy waltzes like How Will I Know, and music quickly moves you around the world.

Also, I guess I wouldn't be able to resist to Jump in the River being asked with such amounts of calm, yearning passion as Liam can product. This song is sang with a power similar to opening Your Day Will Come and though they quite differ in subject, they both has a magnetic vibe of seduction.

Still, my absolute favorite is (Shades of) Ruinous Blue. It strikes with simplicity and overwhelming melancholy. Yes, this song is my shaky dreams that can come only late at night in moving vehicles. And as the violins of You My Lunar Queen enter, I'm on the top of my so called crystal castle. I dream and let other dream to the sound of fiddle and the pian'.

But it's true, that we girls have troubles with action, I can't blame Cousteau for the following wild west story, cheerful but with a bit of bitter regret. She Don't Hear Your Prayer is indeed a song of a real man. When I first looked at the playlist and saw Wish You Were Her, I was pretty sure it was wrongly spelled cover and – I have to admit – I got shivers on a single thought of this combination of awesomeness. No, it's not the cover, but it wouldn't be a better song if it was. I love those wise lyrics and easy, free-going melody.

Somehow always when I approach to the city, I reach an end of the album. Guess I'll never separate lounge To Know Her from bright lights cutting through night and old buildings passing by the window. Oh yes, I get sentimental, sorry. But Of This Goodbye?
Know there's a sentence
that tenders every living jive
as it blows ever present
through a skin's disguise
but I'd know you in daylight
the way I'd know you eyes 

Cousteau kills my sharp, cynic side and fills me with romantic... oh my, I can't even say 'crap'. I got enchanted by those soft songs, I who hate jazz and lounge! I drift with Rachael Lately and I blow my mind to psycho Captain Swing. This album is a simple perfection and makes miracles enchanting the fans of most diverse genres.