Over the last two weeks I have gone a little mad for my music. It seems to go in spurts. This month it has been all about the traveling. I have flown to New York City and driven to Cleveland. I've book a flight for Los Angeles and budgeted for stays in Canada and Michigan. I won't even go into how many Cd's I've purchased or tunes I have downloaded...legally of course! Last month on the other hand consisted of barely finding the enthusiasm to tell people about my favorite Internet radio station let alone promoting a few of my favorite fellas.
I think I've figured it out....I get bored. I'm tired of the same 'ol crap on the radio and the talentless (mostly) top 40 I keep getting spoon fed and when the tedium of it all gets to me I start looking for experience to wake my soul up. Melodramatic I know....but can anyone out there tell me that they don't do the same thing? Perhaps music isn't your thing. Perhaps it's a good book or a fabulous meal. Perhaps it's going out dancing or staying in and making mad monkey love. Whatever your escape is, isn't it all about feeling alive?
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| Bob Malone ~ Photograph by J. Mackinder |
Music wakes me up. From the tip of my toes to the very end of my nose, good music makes me feel alive....and a show, a good show where the artist sounds as good if not better live, makes me forget the burdens that I've piled up on my own shoulders. And if I'm really lucky I will go to a show where the artist allows me to help. Usually it's helping to sell the merchandise. A small thing but I think it takes a load off the performer and helps them be less distracted so they can put on a better show and interact more with the fans. For me, being a part, even such a small part of the nights success makes the entire event that much more memorable. I ride that high for days. I admit it...music is my drug of choice.
I'm an accountant. By my very nature I tend to over think things. Count every penny, consider all the consequence, over analyze and play it safe way too often. I act against that very nature when it comes to music. If I had counted every penny I wouldn't have gone to NYC to see the amazing Bob Malone perform at the Iridium Club. When I realized my HOTEL room was going to cost more that my airfare I was a bit disgusted and almost canceled. And I certainly wouldn't have driven to Cleveland (4 hours away) on what I suspect was a broken foot. My very practical side thinks that is just insane.
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| Brendan James Photograph by Josh Newton |
