We grow up and we move on
Find new ways to sing our song
Holding on to what has been
But no more can we let it in
We grow up and we move on
Find new ways to sing our song
Holding on to what has been
But no more can we let it in
New record this Summer… Not a Born and Raised “plus”… A new group of songs to bring the whole thing up to date with Summer 2013. I have that hunger that always precedes something meaningful. See you all soon. And thanks for the warm welcome back to the stage. Getting back on it a little at a time.
John
Yup. Stoked.
So I’m going to say something I really shouldn’t say on the Internet: I am really not a fan of feminism right now. Ultimately, I was brought to this conclusion by reading the student newspaper at my university this morning and finding multiple articles expressing distaste (of varying degrees) for…
Telling it like it is. How many followers might I lose…?
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…HAH who am I kidding I have like 2 anyways.
I just came from my last guitar lesson of the semester and my teacher gave me a full on lecture about not only my playing and music, but life in general.
The sad truth?
Life is boring.
BUT the upside to this is that it’s a constant challenge to find things to keep us interested. He segued into telling me that if I want to progress as a player, I need to invest in listening to some more complex music and try to break down every aspect of whomever’s playing.
I’ve always known this to a certain extent, but I’ve been in the dark as to who to listen to and how to listen to them. He then suggested some players.
Let the games begin.
Some people dont seem to understand the beauty of Jazz. (Or they just dont want to). But if you think of each instrument as a voice without words, you will open your mind to one of the most incredible creations in music.
Good Art is Ambiguous. There are no words in this piece for a reason. The listener can create his own interpretation or add his own words. The improvisation that comes out within each player is released from their hearts. You can feel emotion, hear stories being told, remember old times, and see images from sound.
That is the power of music. Something that we dont hear from the bass booming beats of “Popular” music when we turn on the radio today. Its as if its hidden from us…
The amazing thing about this piece is that every time I listen to it, its different.
Is this a sad song or a melancholy one?
Right on, brother