Chasing The Euphoric Dragon…Welcome To “The Machine”…[Update-Edit]

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I would like to talk a little bit about my love for music and how it began to evolve. There are a few things that have driven me in terms of passion, but music was the most powerful, to me it was not of this earth. I think that passion was so great that it overwhelmed many other lesser passions in terms of priority in my life. I’m sure a lot of you can relate to this. As this site is all about the complete music spectrum and some of you are trying out new types of music to add to the joy in your lives as I do everyday.

When I first started this page I had general ideas of what I wanted to do here but none of it was set in stone. I pretty much had all these ideas and wanted a way to organize them as I have said previously. So it’s been quite fun figuring ways to fill these pages with music history in the sense of music as it happens as an art. Whether it be mixes, vinyl 900x900px-LL-7a6d0b7c_headphones-girls-3669x2592-wallpaperrips, stories and videos this is my way of presenting to you what has made me excited about music.

I remember at a very young age when my parents would play vinyl or cassettes, at just how music affected my psyche. I would be overwhelmed with emotion as, unbeknownst to me, the keys in songs would change and really affect my emotions. Again I stress, I was affected. I would have the whole range of emotions from being unable to stop  from pounding my fists in the air with euphoria or sit on the floor in sad effigy to the classical roller coaster.

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I remember a particular time around the age of five when I was sitting in the car and some music was playing on the radio and I cannot remember what music it was…but the windows were down and the weather was warm and bam, goose pimples all over my body. I could see the hair on my arm and feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as if I was a Rho*desian Ridg*eback. I was hooked from that very moment and it would drive my desire for new sounds, to make that feeling, from my neck right down my spine happen again and again.

At about the same time of listening to music in the home at a young age, I was fortunate to meet a kid who was at my bus stop for school who was ten or so years older than me. I thought I knew a lot about music then but I had no idea. Anyway this “kid” got into a conversation with me about music and it somehow ended up with him saying ‘why don’t you come over my house after school  and I’ll show you some real music’. I thought great, excited but I had no idea that it would take me to a whole new level of wonder.

Anyway after school that day finally came and I went with him to his house which was not to far from where I lived, but when we entered his house I had no idea how amazed I would be. I remember walking into his living room, his parents were at work and the first thing that caught my eye was hundreds of records all colorfully categorized on shelves. I remember scoping out the spines from a distance and it was as if I could see the small print on the edge of the gatefolds from across the room.

He began to put records on the turntable one after the other, saying ‘you have to hear this’….Black Sabbath, Yes, Grateful Dead, Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, The Yardbirds, Muddy Waters, The Rolling Stones…one after the other he would bounce around to different tracks like a magician. In about an hours time I heard all the best tunes on each record from what I realized was a pro and I had a lot to learn. After that bit of time had gone by, I music-nirvana-dave-grohl-kurt-cobain-music-bands-krist-novoselic-1024x768-hd-wallpaper-400x250remember him saying that I had to leave because his parents would be coming home soon. I did not want it to end, thinking I could do this all day long.

Then the bane of music lenders everywhere confronted me like a dream. I had been looking at a bunch of records…the artwork, the gatefolds, the inserts, the vinyl smell, in complete awe. I did not want to let them go but I went to hand them back to him. He then said, ‘take them home and give them back to him at the bus stop whenever I’m done with them. I stuttered ‘…ahhh ok, thanks…I’ll take real good care of them’. He did not even think about that he just told me to have fun.

So I walked home and I cringe when I say it but it’s kind of funny, I went in my bedroom and plugged in my Fisher Price record player with one speaker and a permanant needle (LOL) fisherpriceand began to listen to Kiss Alive I, Hotter than Hell, Black Sabbath’s first album….I was instantly possessed. Once the needle hit the record bam the goosebumps and the cold feeling in my spine and veins as the adrenaline coursed through my body. There it was again that feeling of weightlessness and the hair standing on the back of my neck. It was dangerous and sonically magnificent at the same time.  I had found a way to do it at will. I was in heaven.

I remember my mother coming to my bedroom door with the look of despair as the tune “Black Sabbath” was cranked on the crappy record player…I knew she was thinking what is that noise! Next came sadness for her I think because innocence was lost in that moment. The devil had entered our home…she looked very worried, not knowing what to do but say ‘turn that off, and where did you get that’. Now…. we went to church but we were not bible thumpers. My mother was actually very open minded… to Fleetwood Mac and Foreigner and Neil Diamond and Mozart, but not Black Sabbath and Kiss kind of open.

So it was that moment that changed my whole life forever, the moments monument Pírataretched into my brain for all eternity. I would never look back.

After a few days the kid at the bus stop said to me, ‘you have my albums’…I thought and said no…They were at home. He said in a nice but stern tone, ‘Make sure you bring them to the bus stop tomorrow.  ‘Ok’… I replied ‘sure’. The next day I brought them and gave them back…I had a funny feeling that we really would not have a friendship or anything which I wanted because I wanted to learn more. I never saw him again. The next day and every day forward, he had disappeared. I get the feeling looking back on it now that he may have had trouble at home in some way. I guess I’ll Never know.

After a few years I remember it was harder and harder to get that feeling of euphoria from the music. I enjoyed it the same but I was no longer getting jacked anymore. I had developed a tolerance. Over the years there would be times when the feeling would come on for a short time but it was not on command like it had been in the beginning. I was then on the intense search for the dragon.

I found that live shows would bring on the feeling, and I did that a lot but even that was hit and miss.  That leads me to many years later and a story for another time. I once again 6330_1203429041436_4311117_nfound “the machine” when I heard the first beats of electronic music pound into into my chest. Bam…goosebumps, techno. Oh shit look out.

So let me finish by saying that I am in constant search of the Holy Grail. I find it in the strangest places but it always rears up it’s unavoidable head. I am old enough now to even see it, smell it, and feel it when it is near. I know it from the moment it starts, through intuition, if this or that is going to move me or not. Sometimes it finds me as it is legion…but I shake my finger at it with confidence and say, “On my terms…understand” as it nods in agreement. It no longer has it’s way with me….I have my way with it.

Thanks for reading and again for all your support!

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