I haven't been around much and I can explain. Holy shit balls, things are going well. I am employed, I have an amazing girl, I'm putting figurative miles between me and the past (even when the past came literally right to me). My friends are still awesome, the summer is going to be awesome, the next semester should be all right (Advanced Fiction Writing class, application only).
But a situation is only as good as its analogy, and for this one, I think I'm flying. Up and up and up. It's exhilarating, exciting, exuberant... I'm out of 'ex' words, but it's awesome. And even though I know everything has got to stall and come crashing down in a horrible flaming wreck of misery, I'm still excited.
I think the best way to explain it is not with my words, but with Freddy Mercury.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Well Shit, I'm Old
It just hit me the other day that I am old. I don't need a wheelchair or a colostomy bag, I don't need to watch my diet and get plenty of walks, but I am officially old.
To put it in another way, the world is progressing past me. It's the beginning of being left behind before the inevitable end where you are nothing but a memory. It occurred to me when I was looking for music on the radio. I don't want "Today's #1 Hits" or "Calgary's Hottest New Music" because all that shit is terrible! I look for 80's rock, or usually some sort of grab-bag like Jack has music from the 90s as well. A few days ago at work I switched it to classical because I didn't want to listen to Chad Kruger doing a remix with Nelly featuring R. Kelly and Lil' Wayne about growing up in a small town a missing girls who fuck like panthers but had emotional problems that he overlooked because he has financial wealth. That, ladies and gentlemen, pretty much sums up what new music is and why I hate it.
So, that's it. My days of being a youth are numbered. No more will my generation be defined as a culture of the current music. We are those who stand fast at the edge of the millennium and look out at the musical wasteland. Beneath the shrill cries of underaged girls we breathe;
"Kids these days..."
To put it in another way, the world is progressing past me. It's the beginning of being left behind before the inevitable end where you are nothing but a memory. It occurred to me when I was looking for music on the radio. I don't want "Today's #1 Hits" or "Calgary's Hottest New Music" because all that shit is terrible! I look for 80's rock, or usually some sort of grab-bag like Jack has music from the 90s as well. A few days ago at work I switched it to classical because I didn't want to listen to Chad Kruger doing a remix with Nelly featuring R. Kelly and Lil' Wayne about growing up in a small town a missing girls who fuck like panthers but had emotional problems that he overlooked because he has financial wealth. That, ladies and gentlemen, pretty much sums up what new music is and why I hate it.
So, that's it. My days of being a youth are numbered. No more will my generation be defined as a culture of the current music. We are those who stand fast at the edge of the millennium and look out at the musical wasteland. Beneath the shrill cries of underaged girls we breathe;
"Kids these days..."
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Music versus Alcohol
Drinking does not necessarily coax truths out of ones self, but rather, I have found, amplifies emotions. Certain emotions. Not that there isn't more truth coming from a person under the influence, but that it is a momentary truth. This is how we can say things we don't really mean, yet still feel. You may say that you hate someone while under the influence, and that may not be the case. You may say that you love someone under the influence, and that may not be the case either.
Although I probably have said things that were an exaggerated version of my normal feelings, this is not the root of my revelation. I'm sitting here in bed listening to music, and I start with a song by the Mad Caddies; Drinking For 11. Then the shuffle moves to Thrice's Stare At The Sun. Despite both songs reflecting my feelings, they have very different tones. While I am drinking, the first song made me feel hope. The second song fills me with hopelessness. So, while I assume that I have but one universal feeling, the music can alter the manifestation of that feeling, amplified, of course, by the alcohol.
In fact, that is a good way to look at it. Alcohol is your amp, not your pre-amp. Music is the pre-amp. Music changes what you can hear and what you can't; alcohol only makes it louder. This is why at a party you can totally hook up with someone or end up staying up all night talking. You still like the girl, but the music manifests different actions (also, iPods versus vinyl, very different results).
To emphasize my point, my iPod has just switched from Slipknot to Vivaldi and I'm too confused to go on. But the point I wanted to make is that I say a lot of things that may not fairly represent how I feel. I guess I also want to say I'm sorry for this. Things that are black and white are express than this sea of grey.
Although I probably have said things that were an exaggerated version of my normal feelings, this is not the root of my revelation. I'm sitting here in bed listening to music, and I start with a song by the Mad Caddies; Drinking For 11. Then the shuffle moves to Thrice's Stare At The Sun. Despite both songs reflecting my feelings, they have very different tones. While I am drinking, the first song made me feel hope. The second song fills me with hopelessness. So, while I assume that I have but one universal feeling, the music can alter the manifestation of that feeling, amplified, of course, by the alcohol.
In fact, that is a good way to look at it. Alcohol is your amp, not your pre-amp. Music is the pre-amp. Music changes what you can hear and what you can't; alcohol only makes it louder. This is why at a party you can totally hook up with someone or end up staying up all night talking. You still like the girl, but the music manifests different actions (also, iPods versus vinyl, very different results).
To emphasize my point, my iPod has just switched from Slipknot to Vivaldi and I'm too confused to go on. But the point I wanted to make is that I say a lot of things that may not fairly represent how I feel. I guess I also want to say I'm sorry for this. Things that are black and white are express than this sea of grey.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sadness
I was going to write something depressing, but I'm listening to KC and the Sunshine Band and I can't focus well enough on being upset to blog about it.
So, instead, I will tell you that music is the ultimate emotional narcotic. The trick is knowing how to use it to direct your emotions forward or backward.
I think I'll need double ska soon.
So, instead, I will tell you that music is the ultimate emotional narcotic. The trick is knowing how to use it to direct your emotions forward or backward.
I think I'll need double ska soon.
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