Music

Hey all, lots have happened since I was last on. I'm once again single as many have come to find out, so all you single ladies watch out! *nervous chuckle* Ok admittedly I'm no George Clooney, and I am really unsure of what I want in a relationship anyway, so I plan on letting this one play out however it may. Any charming single ladies that may be reading this blog and think they can handle this geeky stud, leave a comment or something ;) Alright serious talk.

Anyone that knows me in real life knows I can be a bit of a metalhead. Admittedly, I have a thing for the raw emotion metal brings out in me. It's primal, free from restraints, the melody hits my ears and I feel free. From everything. The sadness, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal, the loneliness. All of it. For the brief time that the song plays, I am free. I am in another world. I guess that's why I took up the guitar ages ago, even my friends said I was a different person with my guitar in hand.

I played this game called Brutal Legends (amazing game) that depicted music and instruments as a way to channel a sort of magic. I always wanted to write a story. I listened to the guitar duel posted above and watched an epic battle take place. Guitar riffs summoned strikes of lightning, the beats of drums shook the ground, bass lines created pounding sonic booms. Music to me was always about emotion. It told stories. It filled parts of me that were missing. I saw a story unfold in my mind where it was literal. Those tender love songs created tender love scenes. Flowers, floating lights, serene night air, all that. And the stuff such as the video above? They became battles. Each song and genre had it's own effect. Like in magic, but incantations became songs. Elements became the instruments. Schools of magic (restoration and healing, destruction, alteration) became genres. It took more than a wave of a wand or a staff to control magic in this world. It took dedication, learning the tunes, creating your own, feeling the music shape itself to your intent. I always imagined magic flowed kinda like that. Music to me was expression and being able to create your own was, to me, the most beautiful gift in the universe simply because you wrote songs and riffs and lyrics that suited you. They told your story. It was your intentions, your love, your hate, your hopes and dreams, your hurt and betrayal, your everything. I never knew how to bring across how it would look or sound to others. No one could ever see the amazing story in my mind's eye. The beautiful melody melding with the musician's imagination and with a spark of magic, turning something ordinary into something beautiful. No, nothing short of a mind reader will ever see this. And it is beautiful. I could never write this story because words alone could never do such a story justice.