If you keep up with my blog (I feel sorry for you), but you'll realize that this next entry isn't where the last one left off. It's a shame. It's sitting on my desktop, but in a quick decision to spend time with a friend that's moving tomorrow, I switched shifts at work and completely turned my second life of writing compliments on one end of the spectrum against the negative apathy I have for most on the other end, on its head.
I want you for a second to think of one song that reminds you of a special time. For some it could be what you did after class in high school each day and for others, it's about the adventures and growth spurts of college. I want you to think about the most painful and most pleasant articles of music that went with it. Keep it broad and truthful though. There's no room for egos here ever - only honesty.
Thomas wrote a few words the other night in his blog, and Jason had mentioned something in a Twitter post along the same lines a few weeks backs. I'm sure I've blogged these thoughts before, but the nostalgic factor really has to account some sort of time within its workings. Sometimes we have immediate issues in a song's appreciation based on so many factors, that it's time's relevance later down the line that plays us all for fools.
These past few weeks have certainly been nostalgic in their own right: RX Bandits laying down their instruments for some time; Hanging out with one of my favorite bands of all time; Seeing a line-up I never thought I'd see years ago ignite a room again was something else. Then there's the awe of hearing something like My Disco blow eardrums and realizing it's a once a year experience across many continents. You remember the people who introduced you to these bands, and for a second, you forget the music and reconnect to something bigger.
Music is not only subjective, it's also a very perspective medium of indulgence and security. Through each person's subjectivity lies a unique connection that's felt by many, but easily differs in reaction based on each individual person. With over or a little under or over a million people taking in your music daily, that's a lot of different embraces to something they could have easily misinterpreted from the authors' original meaning of the presented work.
That's art, and everyone is going to have their separate opinions and embraces of a song, album or religiously held lyric among the masses - or even minor individual harnessing.
One of the biggest complaints I get from bands - equally praised and butchered - is how negative users can be on our site not only towards any sort of music in discussion, but to each other. My reaction is the same each time: "Yup, it's the one thing I hate about the site myself."
The new site has a lot of new advantages in the ability to share and discover - the main reason I started following this site so many years ago. The Internet has given us a canvas to archive, but much of the time I only see a battleground of opinion opposite the expansion of discussion.
Music is a very sacred thing to me. There are songs that have stuck over the years; there are albums that define a certain event or growing pain in my life as it has done to many others. As I'm one of the elder staffers for the site, I like watching the excitement of some of my younger peers and thinking, "Wow! That album is probably for them at that age as album X was for me around the same time."
There's something we tend to push aside sometimes that seems minor, but is very major in the scheme of not only musical consumption, but a very important and continually thriving musical soundtrack to our individual lives. We can sometimes pit music against other presentations both past and present in a trivial judgement instead of letting it sink into our everyday background. Some tunes will stick, and others will not.
Please take this weekend to revisit an album that's hard for you to get through; revisit an album that reminds you of the best party you've ever attended; even more importantly, revisit a piece of music that connects you to a person close or now distant in your life and reconnect with them, or at least cherish the memories you had at the time.
Every year we're presented with new tunes, and they're getting more and more disposable as our hard drives get larger and larger with each overlooked moment. The older I get, I realize that friends, acquaintances and even the most casual of people have impacted my life in some way. I'm beginning to have spurts of regression and nostalgia not only for the tunes I scroll through, but the people and times they're associated with.
There are moments we won't appreciate until after their impact, and there are tunes we will never let go because of that beautiful association.