Friday, April 17, 2009

the muse in music

amidst so much AxF#@$%TRRioafjefds;afeifojxj, for lack of a better expression, i felt the sudden need to just sing my heart out- you know, youtube the bohemian rhapsody and sing along crazily

to my dismay, aside the fact that i am not immersed in a rather garish sushi bar-like environment, or for the fact that i am not currently with loud, obnoxious, slightly intoxicated sake-bombing-dare-i-say 'friends' who are down to sing the night away in inebriated unison,

i'm at work.

..which rules out my dream of intoning away my woes on this very pleasant afternoon


but that won't ever stop me from youtubing :)

...the duduk-

click the link; listen and read- or if this is lame/boring/time consuming then, you, quite honestly, don't know me like that. :}

...the duduk: most probably the only instrument that can simultaneously depict both sorrow and joy; the instrument is remarkable; playing it is most impressive; the sounds that emanate from it are nearly-magestical. the subtleties in the sound- the lilts and underlying dark and mysterious overtones- never cease to captivate me;

Art seems to be the medium we all escape to. it inspires us- to love, hate, live, or maybe even seek death; it offers an avenue of expression, sometimes when we otherwise lack it through words or actions- we all know this, we all find this to be universally true; art is defined in any form with no limitations really~~

...MUSIC. is my muse.

The sounds, the lyrics if there are any- are all a part of this process that entrap me; so often do I find myself enamored by the instrumental itself that I am left shimmying to songs like "Fuck Friends" by Tupac , disregarding the message altogether yet finding the intricacies of sound so fascinating.

*To conclude*

The other evening, I was overjoyed to be with a group of people who genuinely wanted to sing; i think sharing an art is so remarkable- it's like having a good 3 hour conversation with a person you never really connected with before--- you get to be in sync with them on a deeper, more insightful level; that's why singing the other evening was so remarkable. granted, i've been in choir for more than half my life, but there was something about that evening that felt so complete. Perhaps it was because I shared it with a group of people that I otherwise didn't have much in common with other than our ethnicity, our love of playing 'mafia', or our covertness in assassinating eachother with socks.

So yeah, I truly felt endowed by this spirit of happiness and unity which rarely ever falls before my eyes; like we were all coming together (Beatles, where you at), like we all finally had something so beautiful in common with no strings attached; we did not do it to be cool, nor did we do it out of obligation- we did it simply because it was an underlying passion we all wanted to genuinely share.

Anyhow, that's enough music jibber jabber jigga what from me;

music is truly tantalizing-

the lyrics that accompany it are equally as wonderful...

so before I leave, let me grace this page with words so eloquently spoken by Eminem in his "Sing for the Moment", depicting the power of words communicated through the art of song...

"Yet everybody just feels like they can relate {in songs},
I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate..
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can


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