It's cold and raining today...It's been raining all morning....a cold, chilling rain driven by the wind.. it's the kind of day that makes you realize you're human. Where you're not comfortable...you're wet, you're cold and it's chilled you to the bone. You begin to realize your weaknesses, and remember that even if you're on top of the world, nothing is worse than getting a soaker in your Chuck Taylors. Or the brisk chill of getting into your car and realizing that you're colder sitting down than you were walking in the rain. You should take this moment and think. Think about things...your life....what you could be doing that you're not. Realize that life isn't always what it seems, and there are often a lot of things that you're missing.
People constantly complain about the rain, and ask "where's the sun!?"...well our planet wouldn't exist without the rain to balance out the sun. The rain is needed for all sorts of things on our planet, as well as it is needed for us. So stop bitching about the rain, and embrace it. Take the time to stop whatever it is that you're doing, stop bitching about how wet it is outside, and take the moment to embrace it...get a hot coffee or tea, and remember that the rain is needed. just like quiet time.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The Return to emotion
For a couple of years now, the music trend has been quickly declining into what i can only describe as a cesspool of talentless jokes...no longer does it matter about depth or quality of the music or the talent of the artist, because anything and everything can be fixed in the studio. It doesn't matter how good you are or aren't, it matters how many shitty records you will sell to shitty music fans. There hasn't been a new song in a very long time that has made me stop and listen...Everytime i hear a new single from whatever pop shit artist the world is in love with right now, all i hear is overproduced dance beats on behind overproduced auto-tuned vocals about disco sticks or not picking up the phone. Fucking sickening.
For the longest time now, I barely even listen to the radio. I don't watch muchmusic or MTV...mainly because there's only shows now, and the music videos they DO play are usually lady gaga, hedley, and stereos on repeat. I dive into my iPod and my personal music collection in order to get a breath of fresh air. I will find, buy, or download everything i can get my hands on just to find GOOD music. Hence my return to vinyl.
When vinyl was still in popular use, i wasn't even born. I remember the mid-late 80s when vinyls were still in use, but cassettes were becoming the new thing...so i never really understood or appreciated the record...but now...now i do. I am in my late 20s now and in my never ending quest for that music that delivers raw emotion, i know understand and love the vinyl. I remember being very young and my mom putting on old christmas records on our turntable. I remember the sounds that were produced...the slightly distorted cracks and hums of the music as it wafted down the hallways like the scent of fresh baked christmas pie. I remember looking through the art and the lyrics on the sleeve...flipping through the crates of records to find the one i wanted...it's all come back to me now.
So i bought a turntable, and started collecting vinyls....after weeks of trying to get the damn thing to work (i will tell you all about that later), i finally was able to enjoy it...i sat there, and as the needle touched the record, and the hiss of the grooves gave way to Ella Fitzgerald's liquid voice, I was a believer. I was listening to something that was recorded 60 years ago...and it SOUNDED like it...that's the whole point. It was warm...it was cozy and if you don't get how music could be warm and cozy, then you're in the wrong place. It was inviting...and although my speakers are not loud, the music filled the room, and made you feel like you were there. Next was simon and garfunkle, and it was the same; A portal into another time...another place. It didn't matter that i had high speed wireless internet, or GPS...i was in a time where nothing mattered but the simplicity of the music, and the words being spoken....THIS is what i have been searching for. I want music with emotion...recorded with emotion, from a time where emotion meant something. A lot of people are buying new vinyls of bands right now...which i am totally cool with...i bought a metric one the other day...But i can say i much rather prefer the old records that sound old. To me, a record that sounds like a CD is just a waste of money.
Now i am excited. I am fallen in love with music all over again. And i can't wait to have those moments....those perfect moments when the rain is coming down, the candles are lit, the wine is poured, and i hear that needle hiss away. This is music.
For the longest time now, I barely even listen to the radio. I don't watch muchmusic or MTV...mainly because there's only shows now, and the music videos they DO play are usually lady gaga, hedley, and stereos on repeat. I dive into my iPod and my personal music collection in order to get a breath of fresh air. I will find, buy, or download everything i can get my hands on just to find GOOD music. Hence my return to vinyl.
When vinyl was still in popular use, i wasn't even born. I remember the mid-late 80s when vinyls were still in use, but cassettes were becoming the new thing...so i never really understood or appreciated the record...but now...now i do. I am in my late 20s now and in my never ending quest for that music that delivers raw emotion, i know understand and love the vinyl. I remember being very young and my mom putting on old christmas records on our turntable. I remember the sounds that were produced...the slightly distorted cracks and hums of the music as it wafted down the hallways like the scent of fresh baked christmas pie. I remember looking through the art and the lyrics on the sleeve...flipping through the crates of records to find the one i wanted...it's all come back to me now.
So i bought a turntable, and started collecting vinyls....after weeks of trying to get the damn thing to work (i will tell you all about that later), i finally was able to enjoy it...i sat there, and as the needle touched the record, and the hiss of the grooves gave way to Ella Fitzgerald's liquid voice, I was a believer. I was listening to something that was recorded 60 years ago...and it SOUNDED like it...that's the whole point. It was warm...it was cozy and if you don't get how music could be warm and cozy, then you're in the wrong place. It was inviting...and although my speakers are not loud, the music filled the room, and made you feel like you were there. Next was simon and garfunkle, and it was the same; A portal into another time...another place. It didn't matter that i had high speed wireless internet, or GPS...i was in a time where nothing mattered but the simplicity of the music, and the words being spoken....THIS is what i have been searching for. I want music with emotion...recorded with emotion, from a time where emotion meant something. A lot of people are buying new vinyls of bands right now...which i am totally cool with...i bought a metric one the other day...But i can say i much rather prefer the old records that sound old. To me, a record that sounds like a CD is just a waste of money.
Now i am excited. I am fallen in love with music all over again. And i can't wait to have those moments....those perfect moments when the rain is coming down, the candles are lit, the wine is poured, and i hear that needle hiss away. This is music.
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