"I can't imagine anything but music that could have brought about this alchemy. Maybe it's because music is about as physical as it gets: your essential rhythm is your heartbeat; your essential sound, the breath. We're walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn't get to any other way"
Anne Lamott
There really is nothing else for me sometimes. No matter how terrible the day has been. The right song can come on the computer and save my life. Or at the very least keep me out of jail for beating someone to death. There is just something about music that is so essential to my very humanity.
With that in mind I tend to give quite a bit more power to it in my life than I really should. I allow music to change my mood, to draw me up and throw me down. sometimes that is a very positive thing (like yesterday when The Moldy Peaches caused spontaneous joy, there is nothing wrong with that). But there are times when the beat and the words make me want to throttle those around me that just can't seem to get their shit together.
So J. is a big fan of music too. Not in the same way I am though. I'm much more condescendingly snotty about my taste in music. I won't just put anything into my brain. I'm always on the look out for something new, and inventive. Something that other people have probably missed, or just don't know about. I'm the guy from The Cake song, talking about how I'm the one who heard it first (I'm thinking of you Flobots). J. on the other hand will listen to the radio, like a song, and not even bother to figure out who plays it. Not bother to figure out if they have other songs that she might like. It is one of our essential differences.
But she does have her favorite band. And my band is playing with her favorite band in a couple of weeks. And her new boyfriend thinks that it would be fun to go to the show, because he wants to display his dominance over her by being overprotective of her in the pit. And I say, "I would love for him to come."
For all of the wrong reasons.
I want to feel his superior. The one that is on the stage performing. The one that has the pulpit from which to preach. The one.
Probably a wrong attitude to have. But this a bit of the power of music over me.
File under Vice.
With that in mind I tend to give quite a bit more power to it in my life than I really should. I allow music to change my mood, to draw me up and throw me down. sometimes that is a very positive thing (like yesterday when The Moldy Peaches caused spontaneous joy, there is nothing wrong with that). But there are times when the beat and the words make me want to throttle those around me that just can't seem to get their shit together.
So J. is a big fan of music too. Not in the same way I am though. I'm much more condescendingly snotty about my taste in music. I won't just put anything into my brain. I'm always on the look out for something new, and inventive. Something that other people have probably missed, or just don't know about. I'm the guy from The Cake song, talking about how I'm the one who heard it first (I'm thinking of you Flobots). J. on the other hand will listen to the radio, like a song, and not even bother to figure out who plays it. Not bother to figure out if they have other songs that she might like. It is one of our essential differences.
But she does have her favorite band. And my band is playing with her favorite band in a couple of weeks. And her new boyfriend thinks that it would be fun to go to the show, because he wants to display his dominance over her by being overprotective of her in the pit. And I say, "I would love for him to come."For all of the wrong reasons.
I want to feel his superior. The one that is on the stage performing. The one that has the pulpit from which to preach. The one.
Probably a wrong attitude to have. But this a bit of the power of music over me.
File under Vice.
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