Music is the strangest of things. How one note, is much like a drone, yet two start to take you somewhere, while three … well, you are already lost. I have wondered sometimes what came first in me, the music or the inherent sadness. I just have this strange suspicion that if I had only listed to really terrible happy pop music, I would, could, or may have been, a different person.
Surely not! And yet it feels so. When my peers where listening to the radio, and popular music – the music of a 12 year old at the time. I couldn’t tell you who it was, as I didn’t listen – but it’s always been there. I tend to call it crap! But at that same time, I was listening to Roy Harper, Chuck Mangione, Weather Report, Earl Klugh with plenty of Joni Mitchel and John Martyn thrown in.
At around 18 I started faffing with songwriting and composition. I had always played piano, but the guitar was new to me, and I set off on my journey of , ‘trying to do something in music.’ But I digress. The point I was making was, does the music bring out a sadness in me, or does the sadness in me bring out the music. To me and many others besides.
Can you imagine a life without music; the back-drop to life. I mean ninety percent or higher of every movie that has ever been made, can be made or broken by the sound track. A movie without music would be nothing compared to life without music. And yet maybe it would have been a happier world, if the only sound track to life was that of the Sound of Music. What a different world it might have been. Thank fuck that never happened, and yet at the same time, you just don’t know, it could have been better!
PS my first album at the age of 11 was the Dam Busters movie theme music … who knew !*?