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Sometimes it’s easy to forget how important parts of your life are. Music has always been very important to me, listening, watching, playing – it all has an effect on me. The soundtrack of my morning has been A Silver Mt. Zion. I’ve been sitting here basically doing nothing since about 7.30am feeling moved, or scared perhaps, because of this music, and it reminded me that music is so important to me. With all the haphazard-stuff that’s swimming around me constantly currently (mainly uni related stuff) i usually only find time for music when i’m driving, and it’s usually just something to sing to OR just to ensure that i’m not driving in silence
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How weird is it when u drive around with no music on ? It’s quite funny to think that the original cars were not designed to play music, but these days the music that’s inside of a car (in many cases not even the quality of the sound is important) is almost as important as the act of driving, or even the car itself. I mean, this is definately how i feel, i think that dad might drive around without music, but i know that most of the people i know wouldn’t drive in silence. I’m guessing it has something to do with putting up another wall around yourself when your encapsulated within your vehicle, i mean you sit down and close the doors – it’s your little world with a steering wheel. Of course this then makes me wonder about all the people without cars (i know there are plenty of you!) – and i suppose this is one of the reasons that the iPod is so successful, even when not in a car people find comfort in an auditory blanket.
I just can’t wait for one-way windows in cars, or some sort of magic that blurs other driver’s faces .. because even though you can have an auditory-shield in your car through loud-music .. there is nothing stopping people from looking at you weirdly when your tapping, singing, seat-dancing away to your tunes.
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I wish i had more time to extend my musicality. Melange have been fairly quiet the past few weeks, both Daev and I suffering end-of-semester woes. I remember days when all i would do would be to drum – all day. I remember listening to an album on repeat, spending active time trying to figure out what was going on where – trying to visualise the drummer most likely. I just worry that the two seperate poles of my life are fighting each other, i mean *is* there time for both? Can i become more in-tune with my creative self and still maintain and strive for some sort of normalcy that i must be seeking through study, through playing the life game, through … .
I used to dream about a life of music, but these days when i think about modern-music it just makes me sad. It seems a good equation for musical success has something to do with your bling-bling quotient multiplied by the apparent-lack-of-musical-taste rating – divide all this by some money ratio, then multiply again by 2 to the power of your popularity network (which itself is defined using some sort of set-theory).
I should try and get my feet moving, i’ve been here for a couple of hours.