Thursday, July 29, 2010

What music means to me... Pt. 1

This is a question I ask myself a good bit. What does music mean to me?

As far back as I can remember I have been singing. There are several videos of that my Mom took of me singing along with some of her cassettes (haha yeah, cassettes.) I think the first time I sang publicly was when I was 4, maybe even younger. I sang with some of the youth at our church. I sang several times throughout the years and then one day, it was like something clicked, and I was too ashamed to sing publicly. I think I was around 12 or 13 and I was just too embarrassed. I remember watching the whole Brady Bunch episode where Peter's voice cracks and ruins the song. My voice began changing and I suppose I was just too scared something would happen when I sang.

Then something miraculous happened.... girls. It seemed like every guy at my high school that played guitar had chicks just awe struck. And the thing that cracked me up the most was that half of them weren't mini-Brad Pitt's or anything. They could just jam and that made them attractive. I had a few buddies that played and could sing pretty good as well. I bought a guitar with my birthday money my sophomore year of high school. I started teaching myself for around a month and then gave up.

Fast forward a year... I was a junior in high school and had just started dating a girl named Jessie Brooks. There was this recording this kid had made on his cell phone and sent to a girl who sent to another girl and it had gotten around to a lot of people. He sang and played a song and they all seemed to love it. I remember thinking to myself, "Dude I can do that." I picked up my guitar and started learning. About a month into Jessie and mine's relationship, we had a small fight. Luckily for the past month I had been busting it trying to learn Collide by Howie Day. That night I showed up at her house with a rose in mouth, played the song until she grabbed the rose (haha) then I sang the song. She loved it.

From that point on I have stuck with guitar (and the girl.) I was still scared to play in front of people. I took my guitar into the locker room while the varsity played (I was on the b-team) and practiced. A few of my friend's that played came into the locker room. I stopped. Then my buddy Justin Dorroh was like, "Keep singing." I played a little and sang. And then he said, "How long have you been singing?" I wasn't sure if he was messing with me or what. (If you know him and his sense of humor in that moment it would've been difficult to tell. haha) I told him pretty much all my life. I remember him saying, "Hang on. I'm gonna go get Joe E."

They came in and commended my progress. I realized at that point that if I stuck with it I think that I could really, really enjoying playing and singing. That's when a lot of things started to change. Part two to come tomorrow kids...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Time Flies

It looks like I completely fell through on my promise of updating my blog. I had extremely high expectations of one day dominating the world with my blog. I hoped to have reviews about many, many things and talk about several witty thoughts of mine daily. But, my friends, there is hope. Here's to the future.

1.) I was driving to my parents when I realized what the car tag said in front of me. The numbers 666 followed by three letters. I started thinking about it. I'm sure someone in prison had a real fun time making that one. They probably thought how funny it would be to get back at the society that had placed them in prison. I mean, heck, it wasn't because of their actions that they're in jail. Take for instance the newest commercial from Pizza Hut. It says something along the lines of "Losing isn't so bad." No kid, you're terribly misinformed.

Losing is freaking horrible. These days kids get trophies regardless of the final score/rank/standings/place. To truly enjoy/understand a hard earned win, you have to feel the pain of losing. When you take the pain out of losing and make it as fun as winning, why does it mean so much to win? This commercial, to me, exemplified everything I hate about society's take on competition. (Kudos to Justin Dorroh and our chat about this commercial.)

2.) This is another little thought I had bouncing around my brain today... When someone makes a drastic change in their lifestyle after high school graduation, the whole time in high school were they displaying character or was it all about their status?

In high school if you didn't drink/do drugs etc etc, then why did you start now? If you were displaying character the entire first part of your life then you would continue on that same path. If it was all for show you change. I honestly think college is in large part about discipline. It's about making yourself get up every morning to go to class even though you really don't want to. It's about making yourself study early enough before an exam so you don't have to cram the night before. It's about making yourself go to bed at a decent hour. If you can be disciplined and keep yourself in check, college really is a breeze. I didn't really have any one person in particular, just kind of something that's been spinning the wheels in my head lately.

3.) I promise to myself and you, to start updating this bad boy as much as possible. No one will read it probably, but at least I can let out a lot of emotions that I don't normally unleash. That is it for tonight my friends.

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