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The purity of the feeling and emotion music offers us is undeniable. Often indescribable, we associate music with such emotions and feelings as pain, love, anger, indifference and joy among many others. Whether one listens to outlaw country or conscious hip hop, the wide spectrum of music offers a diverse and dynamic smorgasbord of genres both the listener and musician can explore. Music has always been a important presence in my life and at the risk of sounding cliche it will continue to be just that: A constant which uses vocal or instrumental tones, or incorporates the two, to create the perfect or imperfect sound lending the listener a visceral and real experience.
A few of my musical influences include Jimi Hendrix, Miles Davis, Gang Starr and Beck. I continue to listen to the music I love which tends to include most bands and artists before the year 2000. Although I'm beginning to explore more of the Indie Rock scene with bands like Tame Impala and Zeus. In all honesty, like many, I've really lost faith in modern music. Pop music in general makes me sick to my stomach and I feel that somewhere along the way, between the end of the grunge era and corporate America's complete inundation of the music industry, the aspect of creativity was shunned. I liken this to a carpool making a pit stop at a turnpike gas station. You have these cookie cutter artists that corporations fund and create sitting in the baby car seat in the back. They are comfortable, well protected and get all of the attention. The corporate hacks are sitting shotgun navigating through the consumer landscape and we, as the musical consumer, are asking the driver, the almighty dollar, how much monetary fuel they'd like pumped into the tank to keep the machine running! Where are the real artists in this metaphorical mess you ask? Well they are sitting next to the baby car seat in the back, deserving attention but getting none of it.
