music
i don't think i ever truly realized how important music is in my life until i got an ipod. super lame corporate sell out, i know. i used my ipod to escape and expose myself to newness. my first ipod was a beat up, used, scratched, with a black and white screen. it was the best thing in the world, because it came filled with music. the guy i bought it from stuck all this great music on it that he thought i would like. it turns out i like everything but thrice and the screamy parts of thursday (not so shocking). i started to trade music with everyone who would let me. i changed from a girl who used the radio to guide my music decisions, i turned into a one who relied on the kindness and impeccable taste of her friends. i've traded with many people, and it's great, the next time you see them, you automatically have a conversation. the one time i let someone take all the music off my ipod, it felt like i had been raped. that might be an overstatement, but my music has become a part of my identity. when a song comes up, i think of where i got it, when i first heard it, most importantly, how it makes me feel. the best music feels infinite.
i started to go to shows, the biggest culminating in bonnaroo. the festival atmosphere was chaotic. one of my favorite shows was at the webster in hartford, ct. me and my friend rach went to see third eye blind (they're still around, woah, i know). the club was sold out. it was packed, sardines packed. we picked a spot where we could see the stage perfectly without being crushed in the pit. when they came on, two hours late, we didn't know what to expect. they blew me away. the energy and complete attention of the crowd to the performance bound us together. we were joined in the ties of adrenaline, there was a connection in that crowd that has yet to be rivaled (maybe by bfolds). enough so that we're going to see them again at lupo's in providence. the sheer power that a performer has over it's audience is staggering. humans are lemmings, we'll do whatever we're told if we think it's a semi legitimate reason. it's an inexplicable bond.
music soothes my soul, it's my hot hot sex, it's my imaginary friend, it is the seed that grows inside us all, whatever. HUMANS have been making music and art since before history. that's a long time. it is universal. it is understood. that is what i want to do with my art. i want to create something that makes someone feel. when you think about it, we don't technically need music/art to survive, yet it exists. against all odds, people make art (music is art). and we will continue to make art until we die.
i started to go to shows, the biggest culminating in bonnaroo. the festival atmosphere was chaotic. one of my favorite shows was at the webster in hartford, ct. me and my friend rach went to see third eye blind (they're still around, woah, i know). the club was sold out. it was packed, sardines packed. we picked a spot where we could see the stage perfectly without being crushed in the pit. when they came on, two hours late, we didn't know what to expect. they blew me away. the energy and complete attention of the crowd to the performance bound us together. we were joined in the ties of adrenaline, there was a connection in that crowd that has yet to be rivaled (maybe by bfolds). enough so that we're going to see them again at lupo's in providence. the sheer power that a performer has over it's audience is staggering. humans are lemmings, we'll do whatever we're told if we think it's a semi legitimate reason. it's an inexplicable bond.
music soothes my soul, it's my hot hot sex, it's my imaginary friend, it is the seed that grows inside us all, whatever. HUMANS have been making music and art since before history. that's a long time. it is universal. it is understood. that is what i want to do with my art. i want to create something that makes someone feel. when you think about it, we don't technically need music/art to survive, yet it exists. against all odds, people make art (music is art). and we will continue to make art until we die.