Every single song I listen to. Music, along with that bright hi-lighter/warning sign yellow color, honestly, gives me chills everytime I come into contact with it. An acquaintance of mine, for the sake of anonymity we will call him Bill Classidy, initiated a very heated debate with me when he made the statement that the only true music is that of the early Classical genre, because it’s the only music that is truly refined. He also went into relating the same idea to visual art, saying that modern art is also not art at all. Luckily for Bill, he did not say anything negative about Andy Warhol, because had that been the case, I probably would have needed to leave the classroom where our argument was taking place. Anyway, most likely the only music that I would deem “not music” is the music based with drum machines, arpeggiators, etc. I like the rawness of music, and I like the universal quality it has. My brother plays soccer, and where ever he goes he can use it as a form of communication. I remember we took a trip to Italy, and while walking down the streets we saw a group of boys around his age playing soccer. Although my brother speaks no Italian and the boys spoke no English, my brother joined in their game. They were able to use soccer as a tool to relate to one another without even knowing each other’s names. That’s how music is for me. I participated in All Parish choir this year, and we had a German song, and I was really really nervous because we had only practiced a couple of times but I wasn’t sure how to pronouce the words. At the dress rehearsal a new girl came and stood next to me. She said in a thick accent “Do you know what the song means?” I said no. She began to translate. I was so embarrassed to find out that with my luck she was a foreign exchange student from Germany. I confessed that I didn’t know how to pronounce hardly any of the words, but she said it was okay cause she didn’t really know how to read music and only knew the pronounciation. I felt a lot better knowing that we were both a little in the dark about it, and we were able to help each other with me following her pronounciation and her following my melodies.
Maybe this is just the case for me, but the people I meet when I’m doing something I love are the people that end up meaning the most to me, or atleast taking up more room in my thoughts. I think it’s beautiful that classical music can use sound to evoke emotions in people, but I also love the raw sincere sadness of Daniel Johnston in Pest Control. Music has changed my life in such a continuous way unlike any other force I’ve come in contact with. It is amazing how it surrounds life. If it’s that song stuck in your head or just the beat of the windsheild wipers and the rain. It’s everywhere and definitely surpasses genre restrictions in whether or not it is considered true music.
Music gives me chills.
I really like Physics.
I’ve started to disagree a lot about the concept that art and science cannot coexist. As well as religion and science. There’s a great quote from the book “This Is Your Brain On Music” on the subject, and I’ll type it up later because I don’t want to misquote EVER. ***Later update: “Science is not meant to cure us of mystery, but to reinvent and reinvigorate it.” and it’s actually a quote from Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers by Robert Sapolsky that was referenced by This Is Your Brain On Music.*** But really, I think that anything that allows you to look at something in a different way or from a new perspective should be completely welcomed, it shouldn’t need to cancel out the way you first viewed something. I believe in contradiction and coexistence at the same time. Theory is only relative truth. And theory depends so much on time periods. Every culture and historical movement can impact truth and theory. But that in itself is my relative truth. I do also believe that there can be things that are universally true instead of relatively true, although I think there are more of the latter.
Devika, you may very well be the only person who reads my blog, so feel free to leave me any opinions.
Sometimes…
… the flower shop by my house will throw away flowers that are missing a significant amount of petals, have stems deemed too short, and are otherwise flawed in some way.
They look just as good in a vase. I like to try my best to make it so they don’t die in vain.
It’s amazing how quickly something can be established as being imperfect, but it makes sense. I guess it would just be better if it was more acceptable to be imperfect. It’s strange that it’s not. Everything being imperfect should make it okay, because there really isn’t anyone excluded in that. No one to “cast the first stone”. Everyone who is “better than you” is just as flawed. Flowers and imperfection. I feel really queer now.
Today I was deferred from donating blood at my school. Because my ear was pierced in January somewhere other than in a proper clinic. They also said that I won’t be eligible to donate blood until January of 2010. Basically, one night at a friend’s house we thought it would be fun to pierce my ear for the third time on my left ear, but after a few days I decided to take it out. So basically I gave up my ability to donate blood for a year so that I could wear four earrings for about 4 days. I’m terrified that someone will die because I didn’t donate blood today, and it makes me feel really bad. Consequences in addition to flowers and imperfection. I shouldn’t be blogging.
