Saturday, November 12, 2005

 
Last night I went to see Starflyer 59 play in Vancouver with Matt and Stephanie. I told them on the way home that it was this weirdy, creepy feeling watching them play. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but you know how music takes you back sometimes?

My brother convinced me to buy "Gold" by Starflyer when I was in middle school. I think it was part of some great master plan on his part because I couldn't stand the fuzzy noise and the cd ended up in my brother's collection. But I grew up with that sort of background noise because my brother listened to it. I also watched GRock in high school and they played the "Housewife Love Song" video all the time. My freshman year of college I downloaded some Starflyer songs like "All My Friends Who Play Guitar", and went to see them play that fall. I was bored.

But this summer I've rediscovered Starflyer on my own and love it. Last night at the concert it felt like some underlying foundational noise to my life was right there before me. In the past I've never really listened to Starflyer on my own, but somehow that rock and roll seemed to be something that's been a big part of my life for a long time. That classic Starflyer sound doesn't leave. I told Matt last night that I can still hear the songs from "Gold" although I haven't listened to it since I was 14.

And so I stood there thinking of all the rock and roll I love. It just reminded me of my brother, who got into that music, and by my admiration for him, passed it on to me. It's funny how you discover things, fall in love, and make them your own issues, concerns, ideals, and lifestyle. Funny how that is.

Comments:
Hey there girlie! I miss you. Hope all is going well. I'm going home for a short time at Christmas (24th-29th) and wanna maybe see you if I have time and you're not busy. Maybe a bunch of us can get together if I can make it over to Portland for a day or so. Oh yeah and Happy Birthday, sorry it's late! I love you!
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