First we show up…
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Sage advice from some televised pundit, or perhaps a wisened silver screen character - either way, what it means is - here we go.
Music - it’s some of the most important stuff in the world. Think of the wedding march. Think of pomp and circumstances. Think of the NBC sound logo. Think of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. Think of Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Think… and listen… and hear.
I picked 5 audio memories while sitting at the kitchen table - the washing machine whirring in the background, clicky clacky of the lappy toppy keys; the echoes of ‘Crazy Cars’ by the Naked Brothers burning into my DNA (Thanks Zach, thanks a lot!)
Did you get any of the 5? Well, kinda made my point, didn’t I?
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I could go on - pick on how the wedding march is German, I think. Pink is British. NBC probably used an American composer.
Music - it’s a cool think, and if you embrace melodic as it’s definition, we can even bring in the birds who choose to give my awakening a pretty nice soundtrack every morning (I’ll have to pause and consider what sounds I hear in LA next weekend, but I don’t think it’s as nice as the North Carolina mornings have been)
Music was the most important part of some many chapters of my life - from the time on the front porch of 1 Trinity, to the bicycling to and fro in the later years of my Upstate life. How many CDs did I have in ‘89? Lots - lots and lots, and I listened and loved them all. Boo is bemoaning the 6 cassette storage cases I’m moving from LA to Durham, but you know what? They represent how I felt at those moments of creation - and from someone who’s best paintings are trumped by a slightly blind, aged cat with mud on it’s paws, well - I grab the creation where I can get it.
The music of the moment is what we’re gonna try to track here at 9PC. You send it to us, and we’ll share it with the world. We’ll put together the playlists we’re listening to so you can see if we like what you like; but here’s the thing - you’re not gonna like everything I listen to (Styx, you sweet sweet sweet indulgence, why do you have no street cred? Where did I go so wrong?), and you’ll be totally amazed by some of the tracks I’m lucky enough to have enjoyed (The Midtown Dickens throwing down Tetris comes to mind).
Like our namesake, sometimes you have no choice but to be wrapped up in foil by those larger than you, photos taken to prove your reality, and then a website spontaneously erupts and your on a path to nirvana. No, not that Nirvana, dude shot himself!
peace.
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