I’ve shared this first photo before when the word of the day was renegade. Today the RDP prompt is guitar and though I racked my brain a little bit, I just couldn’t find anything to write. Both of these are phone pictures taken in the middle of shows. Both guitarist/bands are great.
“Head like a hole. Black as your soul …”
I like the color black.
I wear it frequently.
All my dresses are black,
Except for that red one.
My shoes too,
Except that pair of brown boots
Or those dark blue ones.
When I was in high school,
I wore black eye make up
But I didn’t hang out with the goth kids.
The real depressed girl
Who actually listened to industrial
And not Marilyn Manson
Was too goth for them.
I like my coffee black,
With just a little bit of cream.
I like my rebels black
With their motorcycle screams.
I like my nails
About nine inches long
And now you have
To start at the beginning of the song.
Once again I’m reposting. This was originally published in … maybe about a year ago in 2018 I think and the WordPress prompt of the day was Black. I couldn’t help myself back then and I can’t help myself today. Tell me about your favorite music?
Pictures to catch me up on “picture a day”. I should start calling it picture dump to catch me up. We all know I love music. I’ve been feeling down and having a hard time lately so this weekend I hopped around to a couple of cities to visit my favorite soul surgeons.
Leah Shapiro , drummer for Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Robert Levon Been, bass (and all the instruments also) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Peter Hayes, guitar (and all kinds of other instruments) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
These guys were the opening band, The Night Beats. Lovely way to open the shows. In Houston the bassist’s mom came up and got on the rail with us. She couldn’t stop gushing about how adorable her son was on stage. That’s support man
I went to two cities, Houston and New Orleans. Other than my pictures of the show in Houston I didn’t really take many others. I just didn’t find as much that captivated me.
New Orleans … that’s going to be it’s own post because it’s one of my favorite US cities (with the exception of the band pictures, BRMC pics above are the New Orleans show).
I’m a little enamored …. In reality I’ve just had this in my head for a while and have been looking for an excuse to write it. It doesn’t fit the prompt really but who cares …
Rock n’ roll.
Our world in it’s purest form is nothing more than chaos.
We’re human, we can’t function in that. We have to categorize, name, label … we have to organize. How else can we maintain control of the chaos? And if you can’t maintain control of the chaos … well, what do you have?
I fell in love with music at an early age and I fell in love with rock n’ roll when I realized how it embraced the chaos.
The very essence of rock n’ roll is chaos, it’s the ever changing, ever evolving, ever rebelling against the categories, names and labels that society has tried to fit over it. At best society finds a neat box for it postmortem but by then it’s slipped again, right through the fingers and onto the next evolution.
How beautiful that change always is.
How misunderstood as well.
In reality everything we know is based off concepts we’ve created. All of our ideas, all of our perceptions, everything in the most basic forms comes from decisions made by other beings just like us. Someone decided the grass was green and the sky was blue and it was so, now that’s what we’re taught.
Seeing the grass as any other color is weird.
We put clocks on ourselves, gave ourselves a set number of hours, days and years. We govern ourselves by our clocks, by what we believe that concept of how much time has passed should say. We tell ourselves we should or shouldn’t do certain things, we should or shouldn’t love certain people all because maybe we’ve had more or less time pass than others.
Saying age is only a number is odd.
We live in a society that tries to maintain control of the chaos. We poke and prod, we push to extreme measures, we punish, sometimes viciously, those who break the molds.
Then, roaring out of nowhere, comes rock n’ roll. A band of people, just like you and I, riding the chaos. But, they fall outside of societies box, so they’re rebels, they’re bad, they’ll influence your children to drink and smoke and get all drugged up. Then they’ll drag them to the pits of hell and back again on their chaos beast.
Maybe it’s more that the greatest fear we have is the fear of change and what is chaos but change in a constant fluctuating state?
Just like the world around us is always changing so to is rock n’ roll.
The risk comes when you have to decide if you’ll ride that change or if you’ll allow yourself to be placed into a box and neatly labelled.
For me, I will always choose to embrace the chaos. I will always side with my rock n’ roll.
Another actual blog! Looky there.
In honor of today’s prompt and record store day 2017 I’m throwing out some beautiful harmonies and melodies that get me through.
Music has always been a huge part of my life. I was raised on the likes of Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix and I’ve delved into many realms since.
I’ve listened to everything from full orchestras to pure industrial like Skinny Puppy.
Music has had a profound and deep effect on me throughout my life. Whether it’s been through early memories or making me feel something when I thought I would be broken forever …
The right piece at the right time can truly save a person if you allow it to.
Without further ado, here’s some music I love:
Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here and Pink Floyd: Meddle – Although I grew up listening to Pink Floyd these albums were my first intentional experience with them as a pre-teen/teen
Jimi Hendrix: Blues – This is a compilation album of blues songs that Jimi sang/covered. Some are live versions, some are studio versions. Some were unreleased. They’re all pretty fantastic.
The Jimi Hendrix Experience: Axis Bold as Love – Essentials.
Joy Division: Unknown Pleasures – I love Joy Division.
Skinny Puppy: Too Dark Park and Skinny Puppy: VivisectVi – Because Skinny Puppy.
Speaking of Skinny Puppy and industrial music
Nine Inch Nails: The Fragile – My first NIN album
Muddy Waters – All of it.
Speaking of Muddy Waters and Rollin Stones and Catfish Blues ….
Robert Petway – Thought to be the earliest recording of Catfish Blues, though possibly not the first person to sing it (there’s a whole history there, look it up, very interesting).
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – These guys are an incredible part of my life, I have to credit them for reminding me that I wasn’t broken forever. I would recommend any of their albums *even Effects of 333*
Break of Reality – I originally started listening to them because I heard some of their covers but their original music does not disappoint either.
The Dead South – A bluegrassy type band that hasn’t disappointed in the time I’ve been listening to them.
I’m going to wrap it up here because I could literally go all day.