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Monday, March 24, 2008

the music is in my head...

When they were younger, and more full of LSD, there wasn't any such thing as an iPod, but these days, I can listen to their old selves, or their new selves, on a whim. In my ears, the music carries me to where I'm happy.

And when I have some words
This is the way I'll sing
Through a distortion box
To make them menacing

Three chords and the truth? Sure, sometimes. But some days I need five chords, an augmented seventh, three key changes and five/four time signature to rock my world.

Yeah, then I'm gonna have to write a chorus
We're gonna need to have a chorus
And this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face

..and the words don't have to makes much sense, really. The truth is in the music, as always. The the music imbibes a feeling, an emotion, an emotive moment. In short, the music I like rocks me.

And for a second verse
Of terse economy
I'll brew another pot
Of ambiguity

But, I often rock alone. In my own head. For some, the music I like is difficult, odd, eccentric, off beat, and hard to dance to...but my synapses are dancing, like lightening gods in a small space. I love the sounds, the movements, the time signature and key changes. They move me, rock me, make me smile.

Happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with you have to be happy with what you have,
happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with what you have you have to be happy with what you have to happy with

It's not everyone's cup of tea. It's not everyone's thing, but it's my thing, and it makes me happy. It's just one of those little things that I'm odd about, I suppose. Like Tolkein in my brain, leather bound books on my shelves, and England in my dreams. It's just another eccentricity that's me. It repels some people, endears me to others, and causes others to ask me if I need help. But I don't need help, I just need a theme, a movement, a point of reference for my imagination, and the music takes me where it will, and I'll just follow along.

: toadman : at Monday, March 24, 2008 |