As most of you may or may not know, I'm totally in to matt good right now in a bad way. I love the music, the way he sings, lyrics, crazy it's all just really really good stuff. It's weird. I come to these moments where I'm listening to music, like matt good, but I mean it's not limited to him, these moments where the music is just so good, you smile and you just want to yell loudly in a public place, grab someone, shake them violently and scream in their face "CAN YOU HEAR THIS!?!?! ISN'T IT AWESOME!?!?!? LISTEN!!!! IT IS SOOOO GOOD!!!!!" Anyone? What is that feeling? Is it normal? It feels like this moment where your emotions (for those of you who are still able to feel) or whatever suddenly become in tune with the music.
I dunno what I'm saying here I'm kinda rambling. But the point is, these moments, as joyus as they may seem, they also feel so terribly incomplete. It's like this big build up to a non-release. And you're just stranded there, in this height where you're like "YES!" but there's nothing to be done about it. You just kinda linger there alone and then slowly and sadly come down. That makes me sad. The only thing I can equate with that feeling is when I'm playing bass on saturday morning practices and the music hits you just right and you just let it all out. everything comes together nicely, the drums, guitar, vocals and you're just like "YES THAT IS THE SWEET STUFF!!" and when you play you just feel it flowing through all of you. maybe that's the correlation between these two feelings. One is just by itself. the other is a product of what I'm doing, so I have an outlet (actually playing the music.)
So I've decided that when or if I ever form a band it MUST have logan hawkes in it and Shane Robinson. I trust shane's bass playing, and me and logan have that musical connection where we both know what we want from music and don't have to vocalise it, we just know.
it's just too bad I can't write for shit.
One of my favourite places in the world is under the overpass by the steveston highway, just before the tunnel. It's the best place in the world. under the thick layers of concrete and the loud traffic below, I can yell, sing and scream to my heart delight untill I am nothing more than a pile on the dusty earth.
It's bliss.
I dunno what I'm saying here I'm kinda rambling. But the point is, these moments, as joyus as they may seem, they also feel so terribly incomplete. It's like this big build up to a non-release. And you're just stranded there, in this height where you're like "YES!" but there's nothing to be done about it. You just kinda linger there alone and then slowly and sadly come down. That makes me sad. The only thing I can equate with that feeling is when I'm playing bass on saturday morning practices and the music hits you just right and you just let it all out. everything comes together nicely, the drums, guitar, vocals and you're just like "YES THAT IS THE SWEET STUFF!!" and when you play you just feel it flowing through all of you. maybe that's the correlation between these two feelings. One is just by itself. the other is a product of what I'm doing, so I have an outlet (actually playing the music.)
So I've decided that when or if I ever form a band it MUST have logan hawkes in it and Shane Robinson. I trust shane's bass playing, and me and logan have that musical connection where we both know what we want from music and don't have to vocalise it, we just know.
it's just too bad I can't write for shit.
One of my favourite places in the world is under the overpass by the steveston highway, just before the tunnel. It's the best place in the world. under the thick layers of concrete and the loud traffic below, I can yell, sing and scream to my heart delight untill I am nothing more than a pile on the dusty earth.
It's bliss.
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