Wednesday, March 16, 2005

I talk to the wind...

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I’ve been here and I’ve been there
And I’ve been in between.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I’m on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.

You don’t possess me
Don’t impress me
Just upset my mind
Can’t instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I talk to the Wind - King Crimson (1969)


That song says alot for me. It's like "leave me alone. No one hears what I say, so why does it matter?" I think that the music is even more powerful than the lyrics. The moody flute/keyboard parts and the very melancholic vocals, as well as the subltle but important brushes of guitar together make quite a composition. I think that the entire album is a masterpiece.

Music is not only my canvas to paint with, but it is really my life. I loved to make 3 hour mix tapes of music with my trusty reel-to-reel deck for years. If you don't know what I'm talking about, here's what it looked liked: www.phantomprod.com/ vinAd77RT707a.jpg or http://my.reset.jp/~inu/ProductsDataBase/Products/PIONEER/RT-707/RT-707-01.jpg

One day a friend pointed out to me how my musical selections were, in fact, bipolar in nature. The tape would start out pretty happy with mostly upbeat songs. As it neared the center of side one, it would gradually get to a very different and moody place, almost mystical. by the end of side one, things would revert to 'normal.' It seems to me the middle of the tape was where I beared my soul to some degree; there was nothing to hide behind (ie, the happy songs.) The tape that I myself first noticed this on was aptly titled "Mix III"

It was almost systematic, yet I never thought of it in that way! I went through all the tapes and sure enough, my friend was absolutely correct! It's strange how we do things unconsciously or inadvertently and someone else seems to notice what an impact it has on our character.

I guess what you could gather from them was that I appeared to be jolly and outgoing, but deep down inside I was hurting and lonely. I was very unsure of myself and my abilities. I was a 22-year old who had a huge quad-level house all to himself and his dog. No one could really see that I wanted someone in my life. You had to be there to understand.

I look to the past entirely too much - so much that I wish to relive it on occasion. I find myself being drawn to things of my past; the music, the cars, the styles, etc. I would term it eccentric-nostalgic.


This concludes the end of side one....please let the tape run to the sensing foil and side two will automatically begin....in the reverse direction. (click)



1 comment:

ariadneK, Ph.D. said...

What about "eclectic"?