Being a person who loves the background of a story, I just realized that I can not remember the last time I read an introduction before a couple of days ago. I find this so fascinating because the introduction sets the tempo like in a piece of music, setting the foundation for what follows but allows for variation. Here is the sound track I see as my life.
The guitar riffs of “Delta Blues” strong enough to shatter glass and harmonica musings to add complex layers of emotion describes my childhood. The times were trying not because my family was struggling to get by because I never missed a meal and I will be eternally grateful for that but it was the emotional hardships that capture that raw emotion of “Delta Blues” and my grandmother was my guitar that created my future’s potential.
She made me a little naïve because she believed in me so strongly but I do not think it’s a bad thing. She built me into a person that thinks the best of people and installed in me the mindset that “everything is going to be alright.” No other music convinces me that everything’s going to work out for the best like reggae music.
You can’t help but picturing a beach and your favorite drink while the same pulsating up-beat keeps your mind from diving into the negative.
But the difference from being ignorant to the world around you and hopelessly hopeful is a thin steel beam on a skyscraper to walk and the only way to characterize that is Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue”. Each brush with falling brings a rush to evaluate and make sure you’ve got some kind of harness to make it out alive.
For most that’s love, so what if it’s the reason some fall off anyway (The Cure’s records are an example), it’s what brings out the true person in us all. Having the love for someone or something to give it your all inspires beauty in all that you do. I can not picture a better sound to epitomize love than jazz, always allowing for the players to improvise but always committing to the idea of the piece.
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