When I grew up believe it or
not I didn’t “really” understand music. Sure conceptually it made sense, beats
forming rhythms, rhythms forming verses, verses blending with chorus to make a
song. Something wasn’t quite right, something was missing. I couldn’t put my
finger on it, but It wasn’t complete. I grew up in the age of digital music and
the ability to fully choose what you wanted to hear. Turn on a Journey CD or
click on a journey album online, you could go straight to “Don’t Stop Believing”
and never listen to the rest of the album. Encouraged to create playlists of
the best of your favorite artists. The full power of music is destroyed by this
type of mindset. Music has, become self-guided rather than creator guided. And
it may seem insignificant, but my disliking of music spawned from this ideal.
I
remember when my dad got a record player for Christmas a few years back. When
my mom said that’s what he wanted I laughed and said, “No, really what does he
want?” But we bought it and a few records for him nothing huge. Later that year
I wanted to figure out why he enjoyed it so much, why didn’t he just use Spotify,
and play whatever he wants. So, I went out to go figure it out myself. Now I
did know what logistics like what condition to look for, and what is overpriced
as far as vinyl. It was obvious that when I found an original edition, Billy
Joel’s “The Stranger” in amazing condition for cheap, I needed to buy it. And
If I didn’t like it at least my dad would and I could just let go of this
crave. When I got home I didn’t hesitate to throw it on the turntable. I put
down the needle and every second I sat there listening it started to click. I
was missing artist intention.
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