7.7.08

Or have you forgotten...




Music,....it is not up for discussion


It just is.




You seem to think it is a cadaver


waiting for an explanation of its death.


You seem to think it is less than human, less than life


As if it can be dismembered without consequence.


You seem to think that there is a right and a wrong


in the rythyms and in the lyrics.


That originality is beheld only by those that were chosen


As if God himself secretly gave you keys without any thought


For anyone else.




But this cannot be true, for music is not a secret


And the keys are readily available to those who simply want them.


The keys lye within the rain, and the inching of the grass


They hang from the tips of trees at the first of spring and fall


And they magically appear at the hint of a whisper


And the shedding of fallen tears




It is life that creates music


It is the emotion that pulls us from side to side


The ballads of monotomy and the chaos of surprise.


We are never knowing of what really hides behind
the next corner, even in the borings of each day


And that is what makes the true lullabyes, the twinkling sounds


And the aching rythyms that seem to sing from our simple souls.




Originality should not be the emphasis of music


It should be integrity,...integrity of ones soul


Integrity with ones relationship with life itself


for she is not to be taken lightly.


She is not a rag doll that is to be scooped up whenever a dead line is due


And thrown to the way-side when all is completed and the award is about to be


Presented.


She is Gods blessing, bestowed on all of us


who truly do not deserve it.




Integrity...think about it,...embrace it,...soak in it


Saturate til' your silly ideals get all pruney in it.


Integrity defines what is true and what is real.


It is through integrity that one will find originality


For it is not possible to begin with the latter


To believe in such, is a journey that is only long and deficient.




Stop comparing and trying so damn hard


Just stop, pause for more than just a moment


And notice the wind flying under the leaves


Notice the stillness and business outside of your Narcissm.


Life is wonderful and beautiful, especially the parts that move


without our control.




Sing again like you did as a child


Those days where record labels and genres didn't push around


in that sweet, innocent mind of yours.


Dance again like you did when you first heard the music,


You know the days,...your feet jumped around like they were prancing on hot coals.


And please, please, strum and tap the chords like you did,....


when you simply didn't care.


Do you remember?


You just had an emotion that couldn't be contained or explained,


and the instrument you beheld was the only channel to true expression.




Music,...is not up for discussion.


It just is,...so just enjoy it.








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