...and I've got music, running in my brain, every song with its own kind of meaning...
...cleanse my soul, wash away the pain. Baptized by the song that you're singing.
I've been thinking about music today. I recently saw a book on the neurological response to music, and I hope to pick up a copy soon. What really got me thinking, though, was a visceral reaction I had last night to the soundtrack of Madden 2007, believe it or not. I finished the game and was turning it off when a song came on that consisted of nothing but overwrought electric guitar and a guy screaming. No attempt WHATSOEVER at actual singing. Screaming. Just screaming. What an embarrassment.
So many "musicians" in the last 20 years or so seem to think that there's nothing wrong with that. Each day, you can turn on any one of the shitty radio stations that pollute the dial and hear a gravel-throated no talent assclown half-screaming (or in the case of my previous example, ACTUALLY screaming) into the microphone.
All this does is attempt (poorly) to cover a complete and utter lack of vocal talent.
My generation seems to have little to no grasp of music or musicianship. Ideally, a performer should at least, you know, write a song or two and play an instrument or three. Instead, we get pelted with garage band morons who seem to think the ability to play a few chords and scream at the top of one's lungs constitutes talent.
I just listened to a recording of "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel. Such an autobiographical and heart-breakingly plaintive song. Sung by two masters of their craft with actual intonation and beauty.
I guess that's why they call them the classics.
In any case, I get the hell out of this wasteland in a couple of days, hopefully leaving my problems behind me for a bit.
"I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside."
Maybe I'll find myself at the side of some dirt road next week. Or maybe I'll just find myself. We'll see.
I've been thinking about music today. I recently saw a book on the neurological response to music, and I hope to pick up a copy soon. What really got me thinking, though, was a visceral reaction I had last night to the soundtrack of Madden 2007, believe it or not. I finished the game and was turning it off when a song came on that consisted of nothing but overwrought electric guitar and a guy screaming. No attempt WHATSOEVER at actual singing. Screaming. Just screaming. What an embarrassment.
So many "musicians" in the last 20 years or so seem to think that there's nothing wrong with that. Each day, you can turn on any one of the shitty radio stations that pollute the dial and hear a gravel-throated no talent assclown half-screaming (or in the case of my previous example, ACTUALLY screaming) into the microphone.
All this does is attempt (poorly) to cover a complete and utter lack of vocal talent.
My generation seems to have little to no grasp of music or musicianship. Ideally, a performer should at least, you know, write a song or two and play an instrument or three. Instead, we get pelted with garage band morons who seem to think the ability to play a few chords and scream at the top of one's lungs constitutes talent.
I just listened to a recording of "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel. Such an autobiographical and heart-breakingly plaintive song. Sung by two masters of their craft with actual intonation and beauty.
I guess that's why they call them the classics.
In any case, I get the hell out of this wasteland in a couple of days, hopefully leaving my problems behind me for a bit.
"I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside."
Maybe I'll find myself at the side of some dirt road next week. Or maybe I'll just find myself. We'll see.