Back to my virtual world DJing last night and it felt good. Really good. To be back on the airwaves is empowering. All anyone needs is my stream ip to pick up what I wanna play and what I have to say.
What is it about people that they love to share their favorite music? You know what I mean.
Lately music has been making me really nostalgic.
I measure the major beats of my life by the songs popular to me at the time. I’m sure it’s the same with you. You can hear a note, a measure, and you’re back there, back in that place where you remember the song best. The smells, the people you were with, some of the things being said, the colors, oh the colors.
One of my favorite music quotes from a movie is this one from High Fidelity:
Dick: I guess it looks as if you’re reorganizing your records. What is this though? Chronological?
Dick: Not alphabetical…
Dick: No fucking way.
Some of the best music quotes of all time in that movie.
Lately music as a subject makes me nostalgic. Music is a character. It is a virtual friend that bugged me when I studied*, that I’d sing with as I walked home from school, that comforts me when I’m sad, that I shun when I’m depressed, that encourages me to dance. It’s language is all tied together and I hear this voice that sounds like that voice or this beat that works perfectly with that beat… like blood through the veins of life.
* Barry: OK, buddy, uh, I was just tryin’ to cheer us up so go ahead. Put on some old sad bastard music, see if I care.
Rob: I don’t wanna hear old sad bastard music, Barry, I just want something I can ignore.
I don’t know where I’m going with all this. I’m just sayin –