1. I’ve been listening to a lot of the Beatles lately. I go through phases where I listen obsessively to an artist; last fall, it was Queen. In the winter, it was Jeff Buckley. Now I’m using the Beatles to welcome spring.
When I was a little younger, I was very proud of the fact that I didn’t get the hype about the Beatles. “They’re catchy,” I would say, “but overrated.” Now that I actually know and care more about music, I completely disown that opinion.
I know that this puts me in the category of, like, every teenager ever (“OMG, nobody loves them like I do! I hope no one else discovers them!111!!!!”)
I think I mentioned in a post last week that I was listening to the shit out of Magical Mystery Tour. I think it eclipsed Abbey Road as one of my favorite albums of theirs. It’s a hard choice. Just their music has been so soothing to me lately. I feel like the lyrics to some of their songs narrate my life like a soundtrack; it’s perfection. And I will find new meaning in songs I’ve heard a million times before. Like “Let It Be?”
I bet you all are grateful that I posted this song since it’s TOTALLY NOT A HUGELY POPULAR SONG OR ANYTHING. Anyway, I’ve heard this song a million times in my life but sometimes all it takes it just opening your mind to hearing it a different way. I found myself feeling a visceral emotional response to it, especially the line, “And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me.” It’s rare for me to get emotional over a song, but I found myself tearing up over that line. It’s just so moving.
Yes, internet, there are times where I feel emotionally vulnerable. Like anytime I watch something from Pixar. NEXT.
2. Today I went to music lessons. I’m at the drum solo part on “Tom Sawyer.”
I can’t find a good video where Neil Peart is doing the solo himself, so skip to 2:30 in this video if you want to see it. Yeah? It kind of makes me want to cry.
The fact that I made it that far into the song says nothing about my actual skill level, because this song is so ridiculously beyond my skill level that the fact that I even wanted to learn it is laughable. It’s like a kid getting a microscope for Christmas and then deciding he’s going to find the cure for cancer before his next birthday.
Of the part I have “learned” so far, I can play maybe half of it. Then I fudge the rest of it, especially the fills.
The solo though? No. No. No. I can’t help keeping a “DEAR GOD, WHY?” look on my face when my teacher performs it for me.
It’s going to be awhile before I learn it, is what I’m saying. And by awhile, I mean, maybe after I turn thirty.
3. You know those days when you turn on the radio, and it’s playing all the songs you love? That happened to me this morning.
I don’t give a fuck what you all think about Foreigner, I love some of their songs. Some. Like this one, and “Hot Blooded.” I even like some cheesy 80’s Foreigner (though I hate “I Want to Know What Love Is” with every fiber of my existence).
3a. Bonus: this is my Facebook profile pic right now.
Is this not an awesome picture? Dave has inspired me in many ways, and continues to do so now…I will be a better drummer! I will run again! I am using too many exclamation points! This is the part where where someone yells, “WIN ROCKY, WIN!” and I run up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (WHICH I HAVE TOTALLY DONE, BY THE WAY.)