Friday, March 4, 2011

The Beat Goes On and On and On..

So, I've decided what I want to write about but not how to write it
exactly. So, in typical fashion of yours truly, instead of figuring
out how to do it the right way, I will do it the wrong way until I'm
so good at doing it the wrong way, it seems right.
I want to write about music but not confine my article to music. Some
articles may be about specific music or musicians. Some may be about
how music can take you away, how a certain song can take you back. I
wanna talk about what album I listened to nonstop the first time I
went on tour and how the music that came out of the vans speakers
synced up to this new nature and made it comfortable. How something
old and something new can match so well when we speak and feel about
music. I want to be selfish with this. The way we are all selfish with
our music. The way we want to be the only one that has ever seen that
certain band live. How we had their demo for years before they got
big. That kind of selfish. The kind of selfish you realize is silly
because the best thing about music is sharing it with others. We'll
always be able to have music to ourselves, but there may be a time
when you can't share it with others. This is when you lose touch. I
want to talk about Pop music and how it kills the emotion but creates
one at the same time. I want to talk about the radio my mother had
when I was young and all the things I heard coming from it. I want to
talk about how the first time I remember hearing Led Zeppelin's
Immigrant song it scared me. How seeing my Mother and Godmother
jumping up and down on the couches to the menacing "
AAAAAHHahahhaaHAAAA" over the opening riff was like a satanic spell
conjuring demons that were surely going to rape and kill the
matriarchal structure of my family. I want to write about Catholic
school and the music I heard there. How anything can be a percussive
instrument. A ruler to the hand. Detentions of clapping out erasers
while the rest of the kids had fun laying nursery rhymes over the back
beats of my punishments. As I said before, music is best shared,
whether it's the stories we tell to the music or the stories it tells
to us. I want People to write back. About their experiences or
opinions. Agree, disagree, either way, share, contribute. I want this
to be honest and fresh and remain something that evokes an emotion
even as we get older and preferences change. I want this to be
something that can be looked back on like an old forgotten album. And
whether the memories are no longer sweet let it link you back to the
times they were. I didn't want this to be the first article, but as I
said, I'll do it wrong until it's right.