Surfing with the Alien.

This morning I did what I always do in days I work. Read a book and watch the news until the kids wake up. While making breakfast I put on Spotify. Today was Joe Satriani  and Yngwie J. Malmsteen. Lo likes to jam. She boops around and move to the music. Anything with a beat she’s into but she seems to enjoy rock a solid amount. C is different he likes things he can dance too. While he never complains about what is being played he always lights up when something like Bowie comes on, and of course the Frozen soundtrack. He loves Frozen. Each day we listen to something new. This week has been filled with Fall Out Boy, Guns N’ Roses, John Mayer, Joe Satriani, Yngwie Malmsteen and Linkin Park.

Scientifically music can be explained. The way instruments work, how the human body allows us to sing, using a combination of notes to produce a sound, the effect that hear music has on the human brain that causes us to feel a certain way. For years people have been created their own unique sound. Inspired from those before them and taking risks to come up with something new.

It’s a weird thing though because music is really a gift. The music we listen to becomes apart of who we are. Each and everyone one of us has a soundtrack to your life.I dont know how to explain any of it. It’s like how a good song or album can have an effect on you but it’s the great songs that leave an impression. The way they make you feel inside. They’re open to interpretation. The ability they have to express you when your own words fail you. Though they don’t always give you a feeling of invincibility. They can bring you to a darker place. The sad songs that hit you right in the heart. I like the ones that aren’t necessarily suppose to give you feel a feeling of sadness the best. Those are the beautiful ones. They relate to you on a different level leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Some people just naturally click with it (I am not one of those people). I don’t mean in the way that playing and creating comes easy to them. Some may practice their hearts out to get to where they are. You can always tell when people have that connection though. It’s as clear as day. I know a few people like that. Honestly, it’s rather amazing. When you hear them play it’s a not just series of notes. They manages to take that and turn it into something that reaches right inside of you. Each time you know it’s coming but every time its different and hits you in a new way. In a way it’s like they are telling you a story. One that doesn’t use words but you still know exactly what is being said. It’s like they are pouring with passion. The sad thing is that I doubt they really knows how good they are.. It’s one of those situations where you want to let them be able to read your thoughts so they really understood it.

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Cute is What We Aim for – 2010.

My first concert was at a young age. I’m not exactly sure how old I was. It was a Britney Spears and Nysnc? concert. It was fitting a first concert. After all my sister and I did spend half of our time in bathing suit tops and shorts singing along in our rooms. We went all out and made headset microphones out of headbands and aluminum foil. There is photographic evidence of this but that will never be shown to the internet. I don’t remember much about that concert besides standing on a hill. I found out the other day that the lady I work for was actually at that concert too.

When I was in third or fourth grade I went to California to visit my dads sister and my cousins. I thought my cousin was the coolest person in the world (despite the fact he took me to the end of a diving board and tried to drop me in a pool wearing my clothes). At one point he had a green Mohawk that his entire rowing time decided to do. I remember I kept a picture that they sent us of him and his friends in the slip of one of my binder in third grade because I thought it was so awesome (I now realize that was weird of me). That’s around the age I started talking about wanting tattoos. Anyhow, while in California my dad, my cousin and I went to Telegraph street. Now I guess it’s mostly Asian culture but at the time it was filled with tie dye, hemp bracelets, music and the smell of weed. One of the stores we went into sold records. That’s when I was introduced to ‘classic’ rock. After that trip I remember asking my parents for new CD’s. While knowing all the words to Where is the Love was great I craved more rock. My dad came home with one of KISS’s greatest hits cds for me. I was utterly fascinated by them. From the make up to the costumes and the music. I loved it especially the boots. I wanted to be one of them for Halloween that year. I got one of my friends to agree to go as Gene Simmons (it didn’t end up happening). Later, I got one of Queens cds. I listened to that while falling asleep for almost a year. I hauled stereo in the bathroom with me to listen to Billy Idol while I showered. (I use to fall asleep while taking baths but since I was too short to reach the other end of the tub and I would start to slide underwater. My mom would check on me every five minutes to make sure I didn’t drown so I gave up baths). Got ready in the morning to Poison and J. Geils playing throughout the house in the morning. I had a Rick Springfield cd was played often but since watching Californiacation I haven’t really been able to listen to him the same. Van Halen was frequently played. I loved the song ‘Ice Cream Man’. I’d listen to it on repeat. The little hiccup ‘ah’ part was the best. When we had our red corvette a few years back I took that same CD and listened to Ice cream man on repeat singing along. Doing the ‘ah’ part as loud as possible. That album was basically the only thing I ever played in that car. One time I did play Blink 182’s self titled album but that just didn’t give me the same feeling when driving that car. I still listened to what everyone else was listening that was popular at the time. I had my Now 13 cd in my blue portable CD player. I listened to track 14 ‘Girl all the Bad Guys Want’ by Bowling for Soup on repeat. Laying on the living floor of my grandfathers house drowning out everything around me.

I saw All American Rejects when I was in fourth grade. I was four rows from the stage. Someone from behind threw a shirt and it hit me. It was lime green and said “Can I be you’re sweet home slice?” with a piece of pie printed above. I kept that shirt for at least ten years. Wearing it around the house until it was covered in too many holes to count.

I always looked forward to TRL. Sitting in the living room with a tv table in front of me doing homework and watching along. I was convinced that I was going to be a host when I grew up and interview all my favorite bands. The real dream at the time was that I would meet Ryan Ross from Panic! At the Disco. We’d fall in love and live happy while I joined them on tour.

I use to watch music videos on demand for hours on end. Jumping on the couch listening to Dirty Little Secrets (when I was first introduced to P.S). Listened to ‘Bad Day’ at full volume. Accidentally slammed my screen door shut too hard and got locking out of my house for a few hours. (My mom left me home alone finally because I was sick of going to every single one of my sisters soccer practices). I tried to understand the concept of ‘Sugar Were Going Down Swinging’ and said damn whore each time I watched ‘I write Sins Not Tragedies’ (made me feel really rebellious).

The next concert I went to was Fall Out Boy. I was in fifth grade. There was a commercial on TV saying they were coming to the palace and I begged my mom to allow me to go. It was the tour for the Album ‘Under the Cork Tree’ (still a solid jam). I went with two of my neighbors, my sister and my mom. Hawthorne Heights opened up for them. That was the first time I heard them. I made my mom get me their cd and listened to it on repeat while we drove to the Kalahari for my birthday.

That summer I went to Taking Back Sunday’s first headlining tour with my mom. They were with The Subways, Head Automatica, and Angels and Airwaves. Right before the summer started I got my first cellphone. It was a flip phone with a camera. Around the camera would light up different colors when someone called. I downloaded ‘Louder Now’ on my flip phone and played it on repeat. The day of the concert I sat in a chair on my front porch and watched the ‘Makedamnsure’.

Middle school was when music started to play a big role in my life. For my birthday that year I got to go see Panic! At the Disco. The Hush Sound, Plain White T’s and Jacks Mannequin opened for them. (The girl I later became best friends because she told me she liked my brown, white, and blue checkered vans with happened to be sitting a few rows behind me). They literally put on a show. It was like being at the movies with all of the things that were happening on stage. Over that course of that year I became close friends with one of my sisters friends, T. She listened to just about anything and everything. Introduing me to all these bands. That Christmas I got my first iPod. It was a white video. I took it everywhere with me. Even kept it in my pencil case at school. I didn’t know how to put music on it. I asked who played in New Atlantic how to use it over AIM. (I didn’t think asking some stranger 15+ years older than me for help was weird). The first song I put on it was Make Out Kids by Motion City Soundtrack. That summer I went to my first Warped Tour. A combination of bands that I loved all in one place. The December of eight grade was rough for me. I spent my time constantly sleeping, avoiding everyone. The daily fights with my parents on if I would go to school that day or not. At the time I didn’t know what was going on with me. I thought that this was simply that happens to everyone. While spending my days in bed when I wasn’t sleeping I had music playing. At the time it was my one constant. It managed to give me a feeling when the only thing I knew at the time was numbness. I went to see The Maine at the end of that year. 3oh!3 and A Rocket to the Moon played as well. It was my first time crowd surfing. My sister was concerned with me falling or getting lost from her. I asked the guy standing in front of me to lift me up anyhow. That night filled me with a high.

Warped Tour 2009

Warped 2009. We asked them to borrow their set list during one of the shows and later during the day we saw them again and became friends. K lost the stud to her lip piecing during A Day to Remember how we managed to find it is beyond me. I got lost from the group trying to meet up with other friends and hung out on some guys shoulders trying to find them. We had to go to the hospital at one point because K got dehydrated.

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Warped 2010. This is the last one I went to. Another year with new friends from the year before and me on strangers shoulders.

Music continued to be apart of my life through the years. From laying on the floor, dancing around, crying, and driving with no specific destination. The feeling you get in your bones when you see a band you love preform live or the flashback you get when a song comes on shuffle. Over the last year and a half I’ve gotten more into in it a sense of the make up of the music. That’s all over my head. I’ll take a music theory class during the summer. I am attempting to learn guitar but let me tell you. I suck. I should have someone teach me but I’m stubborn and don’t want to waste anyones time or be laughed at. I know I won’t ever be able to be one of those people that can make someone feel something through music and I’m okay with that. I do it to enjoy it.

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Harper

23. Michigan. Hella Lame.

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