It started with me watching the movie ‘Scream’ one night and hearing the song ‘Youth Of America’ by the band ‘Birdbrain’. It was catchy, so I thought I’d download it. I didn’t know the name of the song at the time, so the next morning I jumped on my girlfriend’s laptop to do a lyrics search. This was in 2007, I don’t know if you remember, but this was around the time YouTube was really blowing up, and everyone was posting those ridiculous lip-synching music videos. You remember, the ones where some overly energetic teenager was just riffing away in front of a cheap webcam, resulting in a terribly pixelated video, overdubbed with an MP3 song file. Anyway, after a quick google search of the lyrics and discovering the song name, I did a YouTube search so I could listen to the whole thing. Of course, I came across the familiar cluster of lip-synching music videos with matching song title. I picked one at random, not knowing how much of a delight was in store for me. The music played as this fat high …show more content…
That fat guy, convinced he was a pure rock god, might’ve had me staring at my girlfriend’s laptop screen in some joyous form of bewilderment, but it was truly about feeling something deeper. The other night, on my way home from grocery shopping, I drove by our old apartment. The entire block was dark except for one lonely shaft of light emanating from the bedroom window I once shared with someone I loved very much. A room I spent many wonderful days in, a room I’ve spent many sleepiness nights longing for. Sometimes I’ll even wake up thinking I’m there again, only to find myself in the here and now. I tried to imagine who would be up at three o'clock in the morning and what the hell they might be doing. Maybe they were getting up for some unusual shift change at work, maybe they just couldn’t sleep, or maybe they were watching a YouTube video of some fat teenager acting a fool, and creating a moment in time they’ll never
This part of the video persuades the audience to trust that the singer knows what it is like to be under stress from
Music has always been one of things I excelled in. In elementary school it was required to be in music but second in 5th grade you have the option to be in band. I was in band for 6 years before I stopped and I went to 5 honor bands. I played tenor saxophone and was 2nd chair all six years. Jazz band was something we had in middle school and high school. We had 2 jazz bands in middle school. Jazz one was for 8th graders and jazz two was 7th grade. I played in both. My first year I played tenor 1 and 2 and the second year I played baritone saxophone. My 9th grade year I played only tenor one. We didn’t have to audition but the students who plays that instrument normally would have first say in who gets 1st, 2nd and sometimes 3rd part. That
In the narrative “Doughnut Shops and Doormen” a woman named Amy develops her life around a repetitive ideal. The story begins, “I have to have him. Have to have [Chris Cornell, former lead singer of Soundgarden] for real someday, not just in my fantasies” (288). Amy has convinced herself of this because Chris Cornell has been her only concern “for the past ten years” (288). Because of the dedication she has put into her “relationship” with Chris, she has created a bond with...
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
Nothing lasts forever. Everything, whether good or bad has to come to an end. But people do say that sounds and voices do not die. Melodies we hear in our life lives on for generations and ever after. No matter who we are or wherever we come from; in whichever situation we were in, at some point of our lives, we have come across certain melodies that still live in our heart. And I am no different from others. There are certain musical pieces that have not only influenced my life, but have made a significant impact to change me for the better.
I believe music, of any genre, can control a person's mood, create memories, and even inspire or change somebody. I believe this because of how music has changed my life and helped create me into a happier, more social person. When I Was younger I was very shy and socially awkward, I could never connect with other people and although I wasn't depressed I also wasn't happy. This all changed when music came into my life and I found music that connected with me and helped me face my problems, or music that was fun and just made me forget about my problems.
When she finished with her morning ritual, I took her into the house, gave her a pat on the head, and grabbed my running shoes. My mind was still empty as I walked to my car, hit the automatic unlock button, and put the key in the ignition. I turned the key one click and the electric system forced the radio to blast into my ears. Simultaneously, thoughts I wasn’t aware were there came to the surface as I listened to Cutting Crew sing “I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight.”
Days went by and the more comfortable it was to wake up to honking cars, business woman’s heels clicking on the pavement and flashing lights. Everyday, the sun’s light reflects off of my apartment's broad windows. I wake each day to put on a tight dress which make curvaceous, voluptuous body stand out. I would walk or find a taxi to take me to work, which was at Bellissimo Magazine. I was a journalist who would take celebrity stories and write long articles but I wasn’t very experienced since I had never dreamed of getting this job. It was rare for anyone inexperienced to get hired. This was the fashion and entertainment industry and I would work hard to impress my sophisticated boss, Joan. She was a hardworking woman but she’s also become like a best friend to me, which was kind of weird to think about but it was true. People here have made me feel welcomed for more than a month now and I think it was time to move on with my life and begin new friendships and find my one true
...arate occasions; first time in the late nineties, as a betrothed, migrating temporarily to the western state; second time four years later, a ring added, and everything else the same. She lured me into her sensuous web with promises of heathen desire. Now U2 plays and other memories from my teens and early twenties come as I race across streets, bang on cars, rush to join a crowd that I no longer see, so keen and now … different. The girl, English accent, cute in my shirt, stands on the front porch after one of the many sexual expeditions, a relationship based on sex, drunken sex, never sober, and I have the customary cigarette while two other friends sit inside my shadowy glow. They feel my passion, or the remnants.
Often times throughout history and in today’s world, music along with lyrics of songs and musical artists are blamed for deviant behavior in adolescents and teenagers. Some argue that subcultures are created because of artists and their music which leads to groups of young adults taking part in deviant behavior, while others argue the opposite; that the behavior leads the person to listen to the music. There is also concern about the effect that music videos have on the behaviors of the listeners of music throughout all genres. Although there is not much extended research on music and the effect it has on its listeners there is plenty of speculation, theories, and minor studies.
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
In this video a guy that is named ‘baldmetalnerd’ on YouTube, talks about how the internet has transformed the music industry for better and
Music is one of the most fantastical forms of entertainment. Its history stretches all the way from the primitive polyrhythmic drums in Africa to our modern day pop music we listen to on our phones. It has the ability to amaze us, to capture our attention and leave us in awe. It soothes the hearts of billions, and it is so deeply rooted in my life that it has touched my heart as well. Everyday I walk to the beat of the song stuck in my head and hum along to the melody. For me, to listen to music be lifted into the air by the hands of your imagination and float around for a while. You forget about your worries, your troubles and find peace within the sound. Every chapter in my life is attached with a song. Every time I listen to a certain song, thoughts of my past come flooding back
It begins on a nice hot July morning, with birds singing and flowers in full bloom; ok, not really. But how awesome would it be if it worked out that way. It really would put something beautiful into this mesh of words. Actually it really didn't have a starting place, but starting people. A band. All the people in this band and all the people that surrounded this band were a part of my life for almost eight months. I don't really understand why, but at first I really did enjoy hanging out with these people. I guess maybe because they were 'cool', but I mean we never really did anything cool. So basically we sat around pretending to be cool, because we were considered cool. Or maybe it was just the others that were considered cool. I really don't know, but pretending to be cool was just not all that cool to me. I don't understand how people can hang out with the same people day in and day out, just to belong. I did for so long, but I really can't tell you why, It reminds me of a song. One of those songs you know all the words to but don't know the name of it or who sings it, you know?
I only knew him for a couple of minutes yet he was the most incredible man I have ever met in my entire life, she ended. As she tucked her children in they said goodnight to her, she switched off their light and everything went pitch black. She stood outside her children’s door and in line with her vision hung a battered, old guitar. Throughout all these years she had kept it with her, because she knew that never letting go of that guitar meant never letting go of that amazing memory. She just stood there gazing at it, virtually paralyzed, while a single drop of tear, from her brown-chestnut eyes, slowly made its way down her cheek then fell silently on the floor.