Enjoying the music
Over time there have been many deaths upon the music industry, deaths that ended careers and halted musical inspiration for future generations. For instance, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison all died prematurely. If they were all still alive maybe they would get together and party like its August 18th, 1969, or maybe Jimi Hendrix would be selling tie-dye cell phones to teenagers on TV.
Regardless this doesn’t really matter because they already made their impact on the world, and now 40 years after Jimi’s death, my hairs stand still every time I hear “Red House.”
All of these artists may have lost the ability to further produce their interpretations of sound towards the world, but they have helped produce inspiration. This inspiration finds its way through the speakers of teenage angst or from a feeling of surrealism. Either way it makes bodies groove and molds communities from walking zombies to citizens with character.
Even today I find myself thinking of my friend’s band, and the sort of inspiration they are taking and producing themselves as something they declare. The many days in which we all thought that music died has only shown us that it produces a re-birth in the sound and spirit of song composition and performance.
As a band they have traveled through collegiate time, changing members and changing names. At this point the band has created a solid foundation for themselves by taking influence from previous generations, studying the art, and the most effective part, practicing. I remember listening a few years ago down at the coffee house. The sound echoed through the windows and around the dorms attracting students like fireflies to an incandescent. It was good, but unpolished, kind of like a rusty bike wheel. Once you grease it up a little bit you won’t be able to hit the brakes in time.
At a recent gathering I listened carefully to their playing. Thinking about old times I realized that in the new times the band has gotten better, playing with keys and a sax adds a whole new element.
On top of that practicing has been paying off and the band has progressed further, proving that music and patience parallel each other. Trey like guitar riffs rattle my ear buds and the bass begins to make me feel funky, funky in a good way. I lower my head and shut my eyes for a moment to hear it all come together. The keys yell in the distance, pumping shots towards the sax who calls it back. The drums begin to trickle away and the band connects. An explosion of fused rock, funk, jazz, and experimental genres burst into the air, making the midnight dancers to pounce on each other and howl towards the moon. Essentially, this reaction occurs all night with the partiers, which has led me to believe that music will never be dead.
That night we listened to songs written from thirty some odd years ago, although the time is different, the reactions are the same. Music is as endless as the universe, always producing emotion and creating inspiration for others. It is no coincidence that so many genres of music have been created over time. Each musical artist’s inspiration collides with other genres of inspiration, forming an even newer sound.
With so many sounds in the world it is hard to be original, but if you want to see a good local show, party with some good people, come get inspired by the band.
