Musical Machine
Music has always had a profound effect on me, well it's profound TO me so it also applies ON me.
I always have that one nagging song in the back of my head that rears back and bursts forth to torment me w/ just portions of itself, it will never give me the "Sailing Away" by Styx satisfaction of having to finish it.
As I sit here I'm listening to contemplative music, or musing, or sad, or whatever (Hear You Me, Jimmy Eat World) and I think this is deeper than it definitely is.
At the same time I know if i was driving somewhere i'd feel like i was driving in slow motion and if anything bad happened it would also be in Slo-mo. That whole soundtrack to our lives thing springs to mind but it doesn't seem like what i want it to be...it's somehow not enough to describe what music does to me and my surroundings.
When i listen to my iPod it has an effect on almost every facet of my personal experience. It can affect my mood (The Hives get me pumped and ready to run FAAAASSSTTTT) my perception (Kid Koala's Third World Lover makes a video in my head of what i'm experiencing and if it fits the music) my general feel (T. Rex & Eagles of Death Metal always make me smile) my strut (Shaft, Curtis Mayfield...any funk and the results are disastrous if i'm walking anywhere)
What i'm saying is music is the battery, the index finger and that leaves me to be the mood ring displaying what the music does.
Whatever music can and does do to me I cannot live without it...i can live w/out pieces of it just like i could live without certain aspects of life but to demolish one form of music might end someone's happy dance, or exercise tango, or fury run, or hand jive.
I guess that leaves me here rocking out to "Saliva" by Viktor Vaughn (another of MF Doom's alias') pretending i'm cool enough to rap it.
I always have that one nagging song in the back of my head that rears back and bursts forth to torment me w/ just portions of itself, it will never give me the "Sailing Away" by Styx satisfaction of having to finish it.
As I sit here I'm listening to contemplative music, or musing, or sad, or whatever (Hear You Me, Jimmy Eat World) and I think this is deeper than it definitely is.
At the same time I know if i was driving somewhere i'd feel like i was driving in slow motion and if anything bad happened it would also be in Slo-mo. That whole soundtrack to our lives thing springs to mind but it doesn't seem like what i want it to be...it's somehow not enough to describe what music does to me and my surroundings.
When i listen to my iPod it has an effect on almost every facet of my personal experience. It can affect my mood (The Hives get me pumped and ready to run FAAAASSSTTTT) my perception (Kid Koala's Third World Lover makes a video in my head of what i'm experiencing and if it fits the music) my general feel (T. Rex & Eagles of Death Metal always make me smile) my strut (Shaft, Curtis Mayfield...any funk and the results are disastrous if i'm walking anywhere)
What i'm saying is music is the battery, the index finger and that leaves me to be the mood ring displaying what the music does.
Whatever music can and does do to me I cannot live without it...i can live w/out pieces of it just like i could live without certain aspects of life but to demolish one form of music might end someone's happy dance, or exercise tango, or fury run, or hand jive.
I guess that leaves me here rocking out to "Saliva" by Viktor Vaughn (another of MF Doom's alias') pretending i'm cool enough to rap it.