Music is the art, which is most nigh to tears and memory. – Oscar Wilde
I would say we are a music-obsessed culture. I think this might be in part to the I have 17.8 days of music on my iTunes account. For this blog I’ve decided to play a quick game of iPod Roulette. I will hit shuffle and for each song that comes up I will write a short paragraph of the vivid memory that invokes. I fear this may reveal some poor musical taste…
I would say we are a music-obsessed culture. I think this might be in part to the I have 17.8 days of music on my iTunes account. For this blog I’ve decided to play a quick game of iPod Roulette. I will hit shuffle and for each song that comes up I will write a short paragraph of the vivid memory that invokes. I fear this may reveal some poor musical taste…
I’m Real Jennifer Lopez and Ja Rule
This song makes me reminisce on Homecoming Dances in the early 2000s. When the children of Suburban Minneapolis where into grinding, wearing Chuck Taylors with a suit and hanging out at Perkins. I was worried about dancing with a girl. KDWB would play this jam every 14 minutes and I would hop up to hone my craft.
This song makes me reminisce on Homecoming Dances in the early 2000s. When the children of Suburban Minneapolis where into grinding, wearing Chuck Taylors with a suit and hanging out at Perkins. I was worried about dancing with a girl. KDWB would play this jam every 14 minutes and I would hop up to hone my craft.
Leaving Las Vegas Sheryl Crow
My parents got divorced when I was 7, and my mom played this Sheryl Crow album non-stop. NON-STOP. This was in the 90s, so cassette was king. Rewinding and fast forwarding was my responsibility as the sole passenger in the car. I got it down to science. The rhythm of hitting the rewind the seconds later hitting pause followed by a quick snap of the play button.
My parents got divorced when I was 7, and my mom played this Sheryl Crow album non-stop. NON-STOP. This was in the 90s, so cassette was king. Rewinding and fast forwarding was my responsibility as the sole passenger in the car. I got it down to science. The rhythm of hitting the rewind the seconds later hitting pause followed by a quick snap of the play button.
Going Up The Country Kitty, Daisy & Lewis
I went to school in a smaller Wisconsin town, where honestly many people went home over breaks and many weekends. The transition from rehearsing and taking class and teaching at a local studio surrounded by fun and interesting people, to the isolation, destitute poverty and wide-open schedule of the J-terms and summers were rough. A friend recommended this song at end of term shindig. For the next 4 weeks it was apart of my aimless walking around playlist. The growl and harmony in modest working class lyrics: I'm going up the country, babe, don't you wanna go? I'm going to some place where I've never been before, And Well, I'm going where the water tastes like wine. We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time fueled my footsteps.
I went to school in a smaller Wisconsin town, where honestly many people went home over breaks and many weekends. The transition from rehearsing and taking class and teaching at a local studio surrounded by fun and interesting people, to the isolation, destitute poverty and wide-open schedule of the J-terms and summers were rough. A friend recommended this song at end of term shindig. For the next 4 weeks it was apart of my aimless walking around playlist. The growl and harmony in modest working class lyrics: I'm going up the country, babe, don't you wanna go? I'm going to some place where I've never been before, And Well, I'm going where the water tastes like wine. We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time fueled my footsteps.
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