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Music has always been present at the important junctures of my life, and has always provided the soundtrack to my aspirations and dreams. I’ve been lucky enough to have the chance to connect with people through song. I’ve told stories through music of my own and used the words of others to express feelings when I couldn’t find those of my own. I’ve known both the thrill and the terror of standing in front of a live audience. I’ve seen the power of a song to both wound and heal. I’ve felt the intimacy of singing just the right words to just the right person at just the right time. But for all of those moments, sometimes the best song is the one you sing for yourself – the song that helps define you, or helps you hear something your heart has been trying to tell you. For me – that song will always be “Honestly” by Stryper.
I’ve been listening to the new Shooter Jennings / Hierophant album “Black Ribbons” alot over the last few days. It’s a very infectious piece of work, unlike anything I’ve heard from Shooter in the past. It’s part Pink Floyd, part Shooter Jennings, part Queensryche – part a lot of things (it also features Stephen King as a late night talk radio host – Will-O-The-Wisp). All of those pieces come together to form a concept album in the vein of “The Wall” or “Operation Mindcrime”. I don’t agree with the politics of the story (and it’s very political) but there is no denying the artistry and passion that went in to making this album. The music grabbed me from the first track, and then swerved it’s way through amalgamation of styles and attitudes, that all just seemed to work together in just the right way. I’m going to take a few more days to try and really wrap my head around this album, but I highly recommend it. It’s an ambitious attempt at making a musical statement – and it works. I’ll have a review posted in the next few days.
I love my iPod – I really do. It’s a miracle of technology that allows me to have all the music I want, wherever I want, and listen to it whenever I want. But, sometimes, like our lives these days, it can be too much. There are just too many choices. Too much information – not enough time. I miss the mix tape. It was a simpler, and yet somehow more intricate proposition. You chose the songs, or perhaps, the songs chose you. Either way, they were collected together, put down on tape, and then experienced. A mix tape told a story. It was a commitment – even if you didn’t realize what it was a commitment to.
When was the last time you really listened to what was going on around you? As I was leaving the office yesterday, I noticed, for what seemed like the first time, that we have music playing in our elevators. I was a bit surprised that this came as a revelation to me. After all, I love music – even play a little on occasion – and I had completely missed the sounds around me. Why was that?