| *Something To Say* |
| Music has always been a big part of my life. I was forced to listen to it thru the walls of the womb, am pretty sure my birth, or at least return home was party to some + nearly every moment since has been on in some way affected or involved with it. That's not to say that I am in any way musical. I wish I was. Unfortunately, (for me at least) my brother got the musical genes in our family, leaving me with only the ability to (vaguely) carry a tune. I have tried playing the violin, bass guitar and even bought a drum kit, which to this day, i have never used. My problem is that I'm too impatient for instruments. I want to be brilliant straight away + find practicing faar too boring to wait for the brilliance to kick in. Singing is something that gives me joy and solice, but as I doubt it will ever manage to do the same for my loved ones, or the musical public, I generally keep it to myself. I am of the opinion that music, or at least the appreciation of it, is innate in all of us. Whether, assuming you share this opinion, you believe it is due to some amount of collective unconscious, the biological rhythms + tones which we hear from conception, or the association with melody presented to us as babies through the language which we cannot yet understand, I feel that at least some connection with music cannot be denied. Similarly, I have come to point in my life where I dislike my own small mindedness when it comes to music. Too touched by genrisation + the cynical mouth of the music press, and as such, am now on a mission to attempt to understand what it takes to appreciate music, rather than like it. Liking is a preference, appreciation is an understanding. I am trying to retry music + bands I have written off over the years due to their image, publicised genre or one over-played single. So far I am doing well to espouse a wishy-washy, non-plus attitude to those musics that I do not have a preference for. Job's a good-'un! How depressing! I never said this page would be interesting : - P |