Take a Chance

You want to listen to something, but what? iTunes top 25 most played? Try something new. Don’t turn on the radio. Everyone does that. There is a genre for everyone. If you like Rock and Roll and Hardcore music, try “Dubstep”. If you like pop music, there’s a remix out there for you somewhere. If you like Hip-Hop and Rap music, add a ‘T’ and check out the Trap Genre. House music is for everyone. Travel even further and we can delve into the different types: Deep, Tech, Electro, Progressive, Funk, Main room, etc. When you find that sound you’ve been looking for, it will be worth that moment you turned off the radio and turned on your mind. You find that song which seems to exist just for you (or maybe you for it).

“Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.” –Jimi Hendrix

I used to be as narrow-minded as they come. “Fuck Techno Music, that shit sucks.” After reading Mumbo Jumbo and learning of the Jes Grew, I decided to take a chance. When you finally understand what everyone has been talking about. The movement. That moment when you share a song with your friend and it becomes their new favorite. Being in a crowd of 100,000 people all singing the same song at the top of their lungs. There isn’t a much better feeling. 

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Started from the Bottom...

Perspective. What an interesting word. It really is everything. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Or in my case, one man’s trash is the rest of our mess. This place was not my home. This place, littered with garbage. Mostly empty beer bottles, take out containers, and cigarettes. I walk to my area of the room, sectioned off by empty egg crates with moth eaten blankets draped over them.  Across the room I can hear the other boys playing games. I never liked games much. I preferred to listen.

 

A dog barking. A ball bouncing. The wind chimes of the next door neighbors. A fire engine adds its piece to the symphony. Everywhere you go, there’s music waiting to be heard. You take the conversations of strangers, the chirping of birds, and the hard tap-tap-tap of a woman’s heel down the sidewalk, you have a beautiful combination of what once was noise and to me, is music.

Not knowing your parents is a challenge not many have to go through. Even those who have lost their parents at a young age don’t know the struggle of not knowing who you are. I turn to music for my identity. The figures in my head come easily, like dialing an old friends phone number. I didn’t know what they were called, but I knew they made more sense to me than anything these kids ever said.

 

A girl once caught me sleeping under her piano at a church. I told her I loved music more than food. It is a part of me, I said. She taught me what she called “notes”.  “Every Good Boy Does Fine”. E-G-B-D-F. She also taught me what music looked like on a piece of paper. I haven’t stopped writing my own music ever since.

 

Music is an escape. It can turn complete strangers into lifelong friends. People of different cultures, languages, colors, can unite in the simple melodies that pass through their ears and into their hearts. There are all types of music. I’ve learned how to put what’s in my heart onto paper, so that others can hear what I feel. Hear what I’ve seen. Hear what I perceive.  

*You know what music is? God's little reminder that there's something else besides us in this universe, a harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars.*

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