What What Scottish Music’s Not For You….Alrighty Then
I think that it’s cool when I meet people that don’t just like some genre’s of music…..but they like all of it. I like all music. People think that it’s really funny because they generally think that I’m only a classical music geek…….not so “mon frere”. I can spit out some Kanye, Jay-Z or Enya…..you betcha. I think that it’s really neat to be able to look at life with a wide view….take it all in and appreciate each thing for what it is…and for what it means to other people. Not a bad way to go…a.
The Ponder of the Day
Would you bark like a dog for a Klondike bar? My answer….. but of course I would…..thank you so much for asking.
Mrs Amy’s Music Dictionary
I am writing my own music dictionary and adding it to the site. Look to the pages above–it is getting it’s own section. It will definitely be my own take on musical terms…..in comparison to other music dictionaries….it will be the non-snooty edition. It will involve slang, movie terminology and jokes…..because this is partly for me and unfortunately, this is how I learn. So if you need a reference…feel free to borrow my notes….I will be building this dictionary every day….so if you don’t see a lot now….I already know, but there will be a lot more to come.
The Music Does the Talking
I am someone who has a lot to say……….except when I need to say something that is deep seeded. For instance, I was at my brothers wedding last weekend, and I don’t believe that I told him that I loved him while I was there………good going, Amy.
So instead, I have decided to write a composition for him. My music seems to express the emotions that…..in person…. I cannot. It keeps me from having uncomfortable moments that while forced end up sounding more like, “It puts the lotion on it’s skin.” I have found that while writing a composition–I find relief. Relief from the well kept pain and anxiety that I bury. I would have to think that there are many people who are an awful lot like myself in this—especially all of us who have gone through painful trauma in youth.
If you are like me…..one piece of advice……don’t force yourself to use words for expression all of the time. Sometimes verbalization through words is simply to much to ask…….allow yourself to use other avenues for expression…….let your music do the talking.
The Anything Radio
I’ve been driving to a certain location to a certain Virginian town everyday. Interestingly, this location has a radio station that is called this, “WE PLAY ANYTHING.” Literally. One moment they’re playing “Moon River” and the next they’re playing “Funky Town.” I digg it.
Funny……I have wide and similar taste in music……………I LIKE ALL OF IT. It has always amused me when people get so defensive of one particular band……or musical genre. Someone, let’s say a friend, states that they hate “metal” and then the recipient of that message gets upset. Why?……..I have no idea. Insecurity, perhaps? Trying to find identity in something other than ourselves?
I think that there is something to be said when you are free enough just to be you……..and also open minded enough to be ecclectic. That’s what I’m striving for anyhow. I look for the best in everything I see…….and then skin just the cream off the top……that way I can find something to like in everything.
Kelly Clarkson or Joe Jonas……..New American Idol Judge?
It looks as if American Idol is having a hard time trying to figure out who will replace Paula Abdul as judge. So, they are looking for either Kelly Clarkson or Joe Jonas to be guest judges………or shall we say “filler.” It’s like having a pie crust without the pumkin filling. Bummer.
Music. Do You Really Know What Your Love Is?
Thinking today……….yes………that’s what I do. In the middle of my preparing for an audition, I am thinking back to some days past that were painfully monumental to me. Auditions of Christmas past, Ebeneezer Scrooge. My memories have taken me on a tour, reflecting on moments when I let the opinions of others take charge. I guess the real question is, “Why?” Opinions are simply opinions–and cannot always be accurate nor appropriately given. But I allowed myself to take too many crushing opinions to heart—oh, yes…..and deeply.
I think that when you’re young, you either operate under assumption A.) everyone older than you knows more than you do so shut your yapper and sit down or B.) no one understands you therefore, nobody’s opinion but yours counts. You want a reality check—neither one of these assumptions alone are going to take you where you want to go in life. Life, in general, may require a little part A.) and a little part B.)—but mostly, a balance between the two.
That being said, when you find a passionate calling—ahem……maybe music for instance—it can be a lovely career and in your journey towards developing it–or even if you are a veteran of this career path already–periodically, you find extraordinary lovely criticism and rejection from various sources. The real question that you need to ask yourself is this…….Do You Really Know What Your Love Is? Hmmmm. Odd question……..I know. Let me tell you why I’m asking this question……do you love what you do enough…….that you would be willing to stare in the face of your deepest fear–and still persevere? I stared in the face of my deepest fear at one point…..and walked away defeated…….I let a troubling situation take over—but digging deeper—I allowed my fear to take over. My defeat from this period of time set me back mentally for a long time.
But back to the question……Do You Really Know What Your Love Is? Since my time of defeat, over the last few years I have transitioned from loving music…….to hating music (feeling wounded)………to loving it again. But I never really lost my love for the music, even though I thought I did…… You know what’s cool about that……I realized that music was a genuine passion of mine………something that was going to stick with me for the long haul……and when I realized that my love for playing music was unconditional—I knew that no matter what I might up doing for a “job” or whatever obsticales might come my way—I would never loose out—becuase I choose to never let this love of mine die. Call me a musical genious or call me the Maxwell House coffee conisour of the second violins, but the roads we choose in life are sometimes a result of our own decisions (running towards or away from fear)……and generally the most rewarding roads we choose to walk down are the scariest—–that being said, let me repeat the question…..Do You Really Know What Your Love Is?
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