Sunday, August 9, 2009

The Music Isn't In Me ...

So I know that a number of you guys are really into music. Bond, Starr, Matt-Man and many others are not only big fans of music, but quite knowledgeable about many different musical genres. But, unfortunately, I'm not one of them.

I can read a great (or average) book and stop in the middle of it and reflect on a brilliantly worded paragraph or phrase. Sometimes I'll even stop and think about all the different ways the author could have worded that and how much it would have changed the meaning, or lessened its impact on the reader. Same goes for movies and to a lesser extent TV. Movies and TV shows with brilliant dialog, delivered with perfect timing by skilled actors are few and far between, but when they happen are a thing of beauty.

But when it comes to music, this is the conversation that I have had with many a Music Fan...

MF: Dude, you gotta listen to this song
Me: Okay. *listens to song*
MF: Awesome, isn't it?
Me: It's nice. Good song

MF: NICE??? No .. I mean *liiiiiisteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen* to the song.
Me: Okay I will. *listens to the song again* Yeah, that's really nice. It's got a good beat and I can dance to it.

MF: Come on man. Listen to the words. Don't they speak to you. Don't you feel the passion and pain behind them?
Me: Uh ... well, kinda. I guess.
MF: Seriously, this is poetry man. This is powerful!
Me: I believe you!

It's not that I'm not a music fan. It's just that for whatever reason, I've just never gotten into it as much as so many other people. I mean, I have music playing often. In the mornings I turn on VH1 for the shot period of time that they actually play videos, so I can hear the latest pop crap. One of the things I love to do is go to blip.fm (you can be my friend there too if you like) and hang out and click on random songs that people are blipping to see what all is out there that I don't normally get to hear living in a small town with only country music and "classic rock" radio available.



Baseball rant..

Oh no you di'int Matt Capps! Matt Capps just hit Albert Pujols in the back with a heater. Hey Matt! You do realize you're Matt Capps and he's Albert Pujols, don't you? You do realize you're the closer for one of the worst organizations in all of baseball and he's the Golden Boy, right? Enjoy your suspension loser. And call your wife and tell her to sell the convertible to pay your fine.

/Baseball rant.



Where was I? Oh yeah, the funny thing about this is that back when I was a youngin' I really was much more into music. Just the other day I was driving fast down a two lane highway with the windows and sunroof open with Ozzy Osbourne blasting away on the radio. For a couple of minutes there it was 1986 again and I was thinking about the glory days of awesome metal music back in the 80’s. Which was also the days when I believed that I had a future. It wasn't long after those days when the world changed for the worse with the ascent of boy bands and Britney Spears types.

Pop music, and pop music wannabe that is today's country music, is part of the reason that music and I kind of parted ways over the years. The music industry turned into nothing more than slickly marketed beautiful young people all with the same style and none with any substance. All you could ever hear on the radio was the soulless, superficial crap from teeny boppers. Suddenly the music world was like tennis, you're washed up and yesterday's news by the time you hit 25. But, I do know that there is still great music being made out there. It’s just much harder to find.

So uh, yeah, I don’t really know where I’m going with this. But, I’ve always been amazed at people who can listen to a song and you can just see how deeply they can feel the words and music. People who have a long list of songs that have meant to much to them and have even changed their lives. And sometimes I get a little jealous and think “Okay, I’m gonna really get into music they way they do.” But, then it never happens. I guess it’s just something your born with.

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