(no subject)
Because Pete suggested it. And this is a safe place... right?
I saw Candlebox a few weeks ago with my friend Gina. When they played the old songs, I closed my eyes and for an instant I was 12 again. 12 year old me was just down right over the moon. There I was right in front of the band that I listened to and wondered about all the time. Of course, I listened to so much music, 12 year old me kind of lost them for a while and moved on to other music, but I never forgot them. (I've even talked to my boss and former rock star himself, Derek, about what a great band they are.)I opened my eyes again, 26, and too shy to even say "hi great show" to the band. I took a photo of Gina and Kevin the lead singer and ran away like a dork. Typical me.
At one point the lead singer even fussed at someone for not waiting in line like everyone else. That was a bit of a shock to me. And funny. Gina, who has not missed a show by them in at least a decade, told me a story about him. At a previous show years ago, a girl was crowd surfing (not smart ladies) and of course all these guys were pulling her clothes off and practically molesting her. The band stopped playing in the middle of a song and Kevin yelled every obscenity you can imagine to the guys doing that to her. He made them give the girl her clothes back, brought her up on stage, crying, and let her hang out backstage to calm down. He instantly became even more awesome to me. Not to mention he looks way more attractive these days anyways with the short dark hair as apposed to the long blond hair. But I digress...
After a rotten day like I had on Friday this past week, I needed some music to chill to. Paramore came to mind, and that was nice but, Far Behind by Candlebox was on repeat in my head. As I was driving home I was hoping so much to be able to finally splurge on a guitar. Not that I can play, but it'd be fun to learn. (esp. after that little impromptu guitar lesson from Derek) I had never really had an urge like that before, I could feel it in my hands and fingers.
That night I stayed in, and the music kept playing in my head. I can't remember my dreams, but I woke up and the song still in my head. All day it wouldn't leave me. I sat at work wanting to know more. I came home and looked them up and followed them on twitter, myspace, etc. This isn't the first time this has happened to me. This is my what my life is made of. It's like I can hear God speak to me in music. Every major moment in my life, and a lot of small ones, are connected to a song, an album, an artist, something. It might sound strange to say, but it's as if it's my gospel. Growing up a selective mute, this was how I connected to the world. This was how I related, how I dealt with my own emotions. Finding that one song that made you say "That's it, that's exactly what it's like, how it feels!" is the ultimate. I'm constantly in search of it.
I could not make it though the day with out the music scene. I could not live without being able to hear those great voices, the amazing lyrics, the awesome music and sounds. The images and emotions they evoke, the most powerful feeling in the world to me. And music videos! Don't get me started there. I would love to be able to contribute to this one day, even if just in a small way. Because if it wasn't for all of you and all you do, I could never have made it, little mute Emily would not be. It is because of you that I'm able to have even a chance of finding my voice.
I saw Candlebox a few weeks ago with my friend Gina. When they played the old songs, I closed my eyes and for an instant I was 12 again. 12 year old me was just down right over the moon. There I was right in front of the band that I listened to and wondered about all the time. Of course, I listened to so much music, 12 year old me kind of lost them for a while and moved on to other music, but I never forgot them. (I've even talked to my boss and former rock star himself, Derek, about what a great band they are.)I opened my eyes again, 26, and too shy to even say "hi great show" to the band. I took a photo of Gina and Kevin the lead singer and ran away like a dork. Typical me.
At one point the lead singer even fussed at someone for not waiting in line like everyone else. That was a bit of a shock to me. And funny. Gina, who has not missed a show by them in at least a decade, told me a story about him. At a previous show years ago, a girl was crowd surfing (not smart ladies) and of course all these guys were pulling her clothes off and practically molesting her. The band stopped playing in the middle of a song and Kevin yelled every obscenity you can imagine to the guys doing that to her. He made them give the girl her clothes back, brought her up on stage, crying, and let her hang out backstage to calm down. He instantly became even more awesome to me. Not to mention he looks way more attractive these days anyways with the short dark hair as apposed to the long blond hair. But I digress...
After a rotten day like I had on Friday this past week, I needed some music to chill to. Paramore came to mind, and that was nice but, Far Behind by Candlebox was on repeat in my head. As I was driving home I was hoping so much to be able to finally splurge on a guitar. Not that I can play, but it'd be fun to learn. (esp. after that little impromptu guitar lesson from Derek) I had never really had an urge like that before, I could feel it in my hands and fingers.
That night I stayed in, and the music kept playing in my head. I can't remember my dreams, but I woke up and the song still in my head. All day it wouldn't leave me. I sat at work wanting to know more. I came home and looked them up and followed them on twitter, myspace, etc. This isn't the first time this has happened to me. This is my what my life is made of. It's like I can hear God speak to me in music. Every major moment in my life, and a lot of small ones, are connected to a song, an album, an artist, something. It might sound strange to say, but it's as if it's my gospel. Growing up a selective mute, this was how I connected to the world. This was how I related, how I dealt with my own emotions. Finding that one song that made you say "That's it, that's exactly what it's like, how it feels!" is the ultimate. I'm constantly in search of it.
I could not make it though the day with out the music scene. I could not live without being able to hear those great voices, the amazing lyrics, the awesome music and sounds. The images and emotions they evoke, the most powerful feeling in the world to me. And music videos! Don't get me started there. I would love to be able to contribute to this one day, even if just in a small way. Because if it wasn't for all of you and all you do, I could never have made it, little mute Emily would not be. It is because of you that I'm able to have even a chance of finding my voice.