So I've spent this whole weekend in bed because of a bad case of the flu. Because I am in college and live with 3 other fabulous college girls, our apartment is not quiet by any means on the weekend. This is fun most of the time, but proves it difficult to stay in and recover from a sickness as I was trying to do. Because of this noise, I spent most of my time blasting my ipod through headphones to drown out the sound of ke$ha and clinking alcohol bottles in the next room. This allowed me to have a lot of time to think about the music that I hold so closely to my heart. I battle with depression and anxiety and as well as prescribed medicine, yoga and therapy, music is one of the things that helps me battle my brain when it's in a lousy place. Now, i'm not talking about Britney Spears, Rihanna and The Black Eyed Peas. While these artists are fun and all, with the exception of Where is the Love, they don't have much substance or meaning to them. My true passion for music is found in the classic Rock of the 1960's and 70's. I'm talking about the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Who, Kinks, etc. While I do not consider myself a genius of classic rock, I know what I like and am always open to learn more. It is just so fascinating to me how these 4 or 5 people can be thrown together and write and play something that can be so magical. I become engrossed in the melodies and lyrics of these songs and find myself feeling euphoric. These are some of the best minds of our century. I personally believe that could Lennon and McCartney rival, and defeat, Mozart any day.
I'm currently reading Keith Richard's biography. I bought it for my brother for Christmas, knowing that he would pass it on to me soon, but he was taking FOREVER to finish it so i finally went out and bought a copy of my own. Keith is very famous for his drug use and looking like a leather handbag, an EXTREMELY sexy one at that. He is also one of the greatest guitarists and songwriters of all time. Him and Mick, The Glimmer Twins, have defied the ages and are still rocking out to some of the best songs ever on stage. I would kill to see a Rolling Stones concert. I would do absolutely anything to see them when Brian Jones was still alive. Hopefully I will be able to do this one day. Until then, I have my ipod to listen to and Rolling Stones poster to stare at.
It makes me sad that some people have never listened to the music of this era. While I love myself some "Like a G6", it is absolutely incomparable to anything that was created in the 1960s in my mind. Their music was poetry and art, not just something you got drunk to.
That's it for my rant. Go forth and listent to good music