Understanding Sound

Music has a way of capturing
Who I am
Who we are
Humans floating on
Through the universe
Up through the stars
Sailing through the ether
Feeling the atmosphere
Experiencing
What a feeling
To experience
To feel
To laugh
To love
To cry
To rejoice
To understand
To jump
To decide
To dance
To be reborn
A new child
Coming into being
A beautiful you
A beautiful world
The world and your body
Becoming one
The vibrations
Sealing you together
An entire universe
At one with you
An entire you
At one with the universe
Your body spread
Infinitely
Embrace the feelings
Feel the sound
Leave your cave
Transcend your reality
The sounds a comforting blanket of warmth
That help you understand
Truth.
Optimism.
Love everyone
Love everything
I'm in love with everything that lives.

Dubstep

I sit here and try to write
The perfect poem to describe
A gathering of particles
Formed together to create
That which does not belong
What is this mess I hear?
This gathering of atoms against air
So carefully organized, so masterfully connected
Why does it seem to make sense?
It spreads throughout my body
The cancer cells metastasize
My organs are anthropomorphized
One with each other, feeling and thinking
They bring the chaos together
An electronic masterpiece
A well executed orchestra
Of what it means to be alive...
DROP

Rhythmic Therapy

"Come, let's scatter roses and pour wine in the glass;
we'll shatter heaven's roof and lay a new foundation.
If sorrow raises armies to shed the blood of lovers,
I'll join with the wine bearer so we can overthrow them.
With a sweet string at hand, play a sweet song, my friend,
so we can clap and sing a song, and lose our heads in dancing."

-Hafiz (Ghani-Qazvini, No. 374); Sufi Muslim Musician

Unfortunately I've been pretty swamped with schoolwork lately and just living life to post something of content on here. I suppose a quote counts as content and can be just as valuable as my own insight, but I like to think readers (the few out there) value the personal more. This quote in particular I pulled out of a reading for a class, and fit my mood at the moment. I'm listening to relaxing music sitting in my room letting my mind wander all over the place, trying to tame it and wondering if that is necessarily even a good thing. My mind seems to dart from corner to corner, operating in space almost, my body a vessel it is simply attached to. The music expands me mentally, simultaneously inducing calmness and an excited awe. I'm almost like a kid in a candy shop, but all the candy is free, and I can taste everything and anything that I want to (albeit, with my ears).

I regret posting on this blog because it creates moments for me like this to just spill my thoughts onto paper, thoughts that I would feel foolish to bring up directly in conversation, or even in the classroom, but still need to get out. Its almost as if part of myself spills out onto the "paper" (in this case, my keyboard). In front of me exists a conglomoration of plastic keys, manufactured in some faraway land, perhaps not even by human hands. Same with my ipod, same with the desk that my arms rest upon. So many moments have come together to create this singular point in time, this release for my mind which is incredibly healthy and soothing. Humans need to express, and this moment grants that.

All humans need a therapist, a friend once told me. I don't agree with her, and know many people who would argue against that claim. I think, though, that every person needs therapy. We spend so much of our lives living and going through the motions that sometimes, a person just needs therapy - whether that therapy be music, writing, a sport, or hell, even just laying in the grass (or, in my friend's case, an understanding and sympathizing person). Each individual has a baby's bottle, a something that nurtures and satisfies the human need for happiness. Today, a saw a friend who is usually extremely angry, depressed, and pessimistic get his therapy. My friend was offered a position in film, a something he gushes about, a something that infuses him with passion. He sees three therapists, but this is the first time I have seen him truly happy in a long time. It made me so joyous, so happy, just to see him smiling, laughing, and legitimately loving and valuing his own life.

This blog, this writing? This is my therapy. This is my happiness. This is my life, for you.

Song of the Day

Passion Pit Vs Juvenile - Back That Sleepyhead Up

The Hood Internet



A sick mix I stumbled upon as I was rediscovering the amazing beats of The Hood Internet. I would put just the Mp3 on here, but its a lot easier to just embed the Youtube video. I like their mashup style, which I find to be either hit or miss - I tend to either really enjoy their mixes or think that they're forced together, which makes for an unpleasant listening experience. Check out the rest of their beats on www.thehoodinternet.com, where you can download most of their songs for free. The Hood Internet definitely makes for some good party music, and is easy to acquire, being readily available on their website for absolutely free. If you get a chance, check their stuff out. They already have four mixtapes out for the public (not including their specialized mixtapes, which focus on mashups with a single band or group) and I'm guessing that they're not even close to done yet.

For similar mixes/mashups, check out the following:
Milkman
Girl Talk
Super Mash Bros
The White Panda

Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any other suggestions for music of a similar style, as I'm definitely open to suggestion and on the prowl for like-minded music.

Electricity shocks, electro moves, transfuse the two and the body shakes. This music transforms - a beautiful craft - halting your anxiety, shaking you to freedom.

This Modern Love - Bloc Party

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

You've been trying to reach me

You bought me a book

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

I've been paid, I've been paid

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

Just keep telling me facts

And keep making me smile

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

I get tongue-tied

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

I will be yours

I'll pay for you, anytime

I'll pay for you, anytime

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Jump right

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

Jump left

What are you holding out for?

What's always in the way?

Why so damn absent-minded?

Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me

This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Throw your arms around me

Music

A tempo thumps in my ears, my ears thump back. Its their own melody, a simple sing-along. Intricate bass layers transform the lifeless.

D.A.N.C.E. by Justice

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
1, 2, 3, 4 Fight!
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Get ready to ignite

You were such a P.Y.T pretty young thing
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C
That’s how you make it right!

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
1, 2, 3, 4 Fight!
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Get ready to ignite

You were such a P.Y.T pretty young thing
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C
That’s how you make it right!

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Just easy as A.B.C
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
You’re always there for music and me.
Do the dance,
The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
You’re always there for music and me.

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
1, 2, 3, 4 Fight!
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Get ready to ignite

You were such a P.Y.T pretty young thing
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C
That’s how you make it right!

The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
Do the dance.
You’re always there for music and me.
Do the dance,
Do the dance.
The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
Do the dance.
You’re always there for music and me.

Under the spotlight,
Neither black no white,
It does not matter,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

As strong as you might,
Working day and night,
Whatever happens,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

Under the spotlight,
Neither black no white,
It does not matter,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

As strong as you might,
Working day and night,
What at all happens,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
You’re always there for music and me.

The way you move is a mystery

I thought German was supposed to be choppy...

Durch den Monsun - Tokio Hotel

Durch den Monsun is German for Through the Monsoon. Tokio Hotel's English version of the song only bears the title Monsoon, though. What has been lost in MTV is the true beauty of the articulation of the German language, especially when done by a few 15 year old musicians. The majority of Tokio Hotel is now 19-20 and dually composing German and English albums. Yes, the lead singer is a male, so please don't bring that up (has been controversial, particularly in recent U.S. video releases).