Music is everywhere
a melodic SUIT column by Chris Jungle
Everyone likes music. Even people who know nothing about music like music. What kind? Any kind. And it's everywhere you go.
On Tuesday night, I watched my brother's band play at a local bar. The crowd of twenty or so didn't really pay attention enough to stand in front of the band, but they all wanted to be in the venue, drinking and chatting while someone is singing and playing. This has been going on for decades.
In my cab, there is no radio, just the CB to the dispatcher. This initially distresses some of my passengers. 'How can you drive all day without a radio?' I tell them that you get used to it, and that you really want to listen to the dispatcher because he tells you where the rides are. I know what they mean though. Almost everyone is used to some tunes while they drive. While in my cab, I hear everyone else's car music. You'd be surprised what music goes on in other people's vehicles.
On Thursday, I went with my fiancee to see No Doubt at the big amphitheater at the edge of town. I had never been to it. Over 10,000 folks packed into an outdoor venue to see a band that hasn't played together in about five years. It was the first time I attended a big show that had more girls than guys (I went to a lot of hard rock shows). That's because of the lead singer Gwen Stephani. Girls love girls who rock. We danced and jumped and swayed to the beats. A good time at the big rock show.
There is music going on in most grocery and clothing stores. Music for shopping. Music for the consumer.
On Friday night, I decided to take it easy and watch a movie at home. We selected from our Netflix the movie Cadillac Records. It was the story of Chess Records label in Chicago that brought Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Chuck Berry and Etta James into the homes of America. That's right, music is all over this movie. It still found a way to stick the cliche formula of musical biopics, but maybe that's because I've seen a lot of music movies in my life. There are thousands of musical movies, and the rest of them still have soundtracks.
Even when I turn off all the sounds, I can still hear the wind, the birds, the cars and the chatter. Music is everywhere and in everything.
On Saturday, I decided to take in a local theatre production of "Life During Wartime." The title is cryptic as the story has little to do with war or life during it. The story wasn't amazing but the pacing and acting was quality, so it was a worthwhile watch. Between each scene, a tenor saxophonist belted out jazz licks, and since there were a lot of scene changes, there were a lot of jazz licks. They also had a guitar/cellist duo play before and after the show, so the music just kept on coming. Music is entertainment.
I am not a musician. I can play the basic notes and rhythms on the alto saxophone & electric bass, but I'm not anything special. I used to be in a rock band which seemed to be as much about releasing my angst as much as being musical. We were loud and intense but still musical.
I grew up a rock n' roll kid, and my taste have broadened over the years to tolerate pretty much anything. Even country music. I like the new music. I like the old music. And I know I'm not alone. There are as many aficionados of music as there are musicians.
You cannot escape it. You cannot avoid it. You might as well embrace it. No matter if you like the styles of notes and songs, no matter if 'there hasn't been a good song since the 1940s' as my grandfather once told me, the music goes on. Everywhere and every day, the music goes on.
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