Well, Bongo's been away for a while. I've tried to get some sort of grip on 'music', and here's what I've learned. I hope this might uh...'resonate', with someone.
I'm an old guy, and I have nothing I want to say to anyone thru music. I really can hardly tolerate the music I hear on radio, and can hardly put up with whiny, pathetic crap I hear that pass as 'lyrics'. I seldom hear any poetry, seldom hear anything that feels...uh, that feels.
So, tonight, I'm probing around the internet, and I find something that actually makes me 'feel'. I mean, it's pop crap that actually makes me...cry. This is good. This is some music where I can sense the emotion of the writer. A connection.
So what's my Big Point? My Big Point is, once again, music isn't about anything other than this. Making someone actually feel something. I think you know when this happens.
It was a pop tune. God forbid. 'Go Your Own Way'. If you think there was no emotion, no feeling, no inspiration there, I think you're missing something. I think this just might be the greatest rock ballad ever written. Any super guitar crap? I could give a rat's ***.
"If I could, I'd give you my world." Huh. Makes me actually think about something. Music hasn't done that for me in a long, long time.
So, I guess if you're thinking 'great music' means you have to have great technique or some crap like that, well, I think you're wrong. Great music means you're able to send a story right directly into my friggin' brain and make everything my brain would rather be doing stop cold...and listen.
Don't take lyrics, but it sure as hell don't take 'technique'. It take 'feeling'. When Lindsey stands up to the mic and says something, I'm listening. Couldn't care less about how nicely he plays that guitar.