WHAT THE TIP IS FLIPPIN’, DAWN AVOIDERS?
GUESS WHO ATE TOO MUCH PIZZA AND HAS HORRENDOUS INDIGESTION?
THAT’S RIGHT! THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!!!
And in the throes of this marinara-based lethargy, I have arrived at a freezing/burning up, sweating, shriveling stomach of a feeling. A feeling akin to hopelessness. A feeling made palpable by the vast void surrounding a lonesome workday. Picking away at menial tasks to try to escape momentarily, but always to no avail.
Now, I’ve never heard an artist truly EMOTE what that emotion is. Everybody has a “sad song” or one which forces introspection upon the listener, but as I have stated in older pieces, they don’t make you FEEL anything. They can be as pretty as a bluebell on the shores of the ‘ssippi, but carry no WEIGHT musical. I also wish to heavily emphasize how much more a good musician can communicate in relation to a lead singer. I have heard solos that spoke more than the entire album they are on, and key parts which if done on any other basic rock n’ roll instrument would sound soulless.
DEATHSPELL OMEGA – THE CRACKED BOOK OF LIFE.
On my first listen, the outro in this monster shook the foundations of what I understood musically and still does. I had never heard in all my years of playing guitar, listening to guitar, dropping my guitar, studying others play guitar, EVER heard a musician or an instrument evoke such. . .such. . .HEARTBREAK?! SAD PASSION?!? I CAN’T BEGIN TO TRY AND AMALGAMATE IT.
PRIME EXAMPLE OF EMOTION #2:
BILL WITHERS – AIN’T NO SUNSHINE
You can hear the honesty in his voice. This wasn’t just a song written about “some lover”, this was the ONE, and as much as love as Bill carries inside him, he is HURTING. It’s within his tone (and not solely the lyrics) how he has cried, come to terms, and is just sitting on that precipice of beginning to heal. Still angry about how it had to go “Leave the young thing alone”, but it’s past the point of fighting anymore.
I think we all have important loves and that they are the ones that impact us in this specific way, where the world changes afterward. Where we have fought so tenaciously for something that we are blind to what the opposition is until it completely blindsides us like semi-truck into a beautiful monarch butterfly.
And on that note, play Freebird if you don’t get it yet.
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