Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Music

I once heard someone I knew describing why she likes absolutely loves the band The Fray. She said:
Their songs have meaning, you know? Like it actually came from somewhere and they experienced it!
She said this as if this were a novel concept in the world of music, and that this is what makes them totally unique in the large world of musicians. Funny, I've been listening to lots of music that came from somewhere; is this part of a new wave?
Unfortunately, all we have these days in the way of popular music is the neverending cycle of "Love you so and never wanna let you go" songs. Or those horrid breakup songs which we all know have no emotions behind them, because really, you have to be some kind of douchebag to write a song to your significant other about how you no longer want to date them so that they don't know how you really feel until the song is on the radio. Everyone thinks Miley Cyrus's "The Climb" is just so damn deep, and that "Fall For You" by Secondhand Serenade is just so touching. "The Climb" took a bunch of studio writers to help Ms. Cyrus write, and it was a product of a movie, so it's all fake; and "Fall For You" portrays hardly any emotion, if you listen to it. It's nice, but it's not what people think it is.
I think that music these days has been severely diluted. To find someone like Jason Mraz or John Mayer is almost rare now. To wedge oneself in the music industry is all too easy: look good, sing decently, be very friendly, and you're in. The funny part is that looking good is the most rigorous part. Take a look at Cassie. All looks? I do think so. It's especially a hint when the songs are spelled in text message language.
My favorite is "Soulja Boy"'s song that all the kids dance to and is really freaking disgusting. I won't deny it, I know the dance, and it can be fun. But in the song, "Soulja Boy" is rapping about how pissed he is that his girlfriend didn't give him any last night, and so he's so blue-balled about it that he's going to rub one out and make sure the ensuing fluid lands all over her while she's sleeping. And the kid was 16 when he recorded it. Corruption? I think so. But that's another issue.
The point is that music can be used so well to portray emotion, to touch people, to express what words can't dare to do, to take the artist and listeners to another world where everything is what they want it to be. And yet, it's being further and further reduced into a tool for enjoyment, and a mood enhancer, like a drug. People will play music because they're sad and want to be happy again. In this function, it is no more than an antidepressant. Others will play music so they can dance. In this function, it is no more than Ecstasy. Some will just play it as background noise. In this function... wait, this makes it have no function.
I remember when I was younger, I thought that this was what it was. How when JoJo was 13 years old when her single "Leave (Get Out)" was on the radio, and a bunch of critics went up in arms because, first of all, it's another breakup song, and second of all, she was just too young to sing about such things. How I was her age and thought, It's just a song; who really cares? Because this is what I had gathered that music was. Entertainment. Who cares where it came from? It's just a nice sound.
I have since discovered that music does have genres for nice sounds: Ambience. Techno. Dance.
But then there are those other genres that we primarily use as expression and inspiration for others: Rock. Easy listening. Pop. Rhythm & Blues. Soul. Jazz. Funk.
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. I think I'm being a little bit pompous here, since I'm so young and haven't even experienced much in the way of music. But it just frustrates me a great deal to see such a wonderful art be brought down to such a low sometimes.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Face the music (ha, ha)

So I suddenly had "15 Step" by Radiohead floating in my head this morning and I really wanted to listen to it, so I did. Then, it was in my head pretty much all day, so I started listening to it again. And again. And again.
And now I'm realizing that this song is making me think majorly, and I was totally supposed to listen to it to begin with. (It's on repeat right now.)
So this reminds me of not Divine Intervention, as you who probably think I'm all religious think, but rather to facing problems.
Because, see, when I had a song in my head, I used to think the goal was simple: get it out. So I'd listen to other music, and the song would be in my head. But then a couple of days later, it would suddenly just pop in there and just not leave. And then I'd listen to that song, and then other music, and BAM, instant cure.
I see this as an analogy to our problems: we let the furious thoughts stew in our heads, avoid the people/things that caused our problems completely, go on with our lives... but the problems aren't solved at all. So if we let the furious thoughts out, actually confront the people/things that cause our problems, and then go on with our lives, then BAM, instant cure.

Monday, March 30, 2009

I am not a spoiled brat

I know I am not a spoiled brat because I do not always get what I want. In fact, I rarely get what I want.
Because right now, all I want is this one guy.
See, he's not the average hot guy, or the cute-funny-smart one. I'm not dying to jump in his pants at all. I just want to know him; to be his best friend, the one he always turns to, you know?
He's not even that tall and he's average-looking. (Although he does have a killer smile and pretty eyes.)
He's not a genius, but he's wise beyond his years.
He doesn't believe in "getting girls" for the street cred.
He's the only male I personally know who's never been kissed at this age, which says something about him (and it's not that he's sexually repressed because he IS NOT).
He actually likes talking to me. Every single time I talk to him. Not many people are like that in this world, I tell you.
He does not worship the ground Barack Obama walks on, and yet still respects him, even if he doesn't agree wholeheartedly. (Hard to find where I am.)
In fact, he doesn't like talking politics. Hallelujah. Only smart kid I know who doesn't want to talk politics.
He's so humble that he doesn't even flaunt these qualities to make friends with nice people; this is just how he is.
He loves music just as much as I do if not more.
He doesn't judge me. Ever.
I used to wish for one guy to prove to me that they're not all the same, and he did it.
And now all I want is him.
But I can't have him.

You can't always get what you want, but if you look sometime, you just might find you get what you need.
~the Rolling Stones