I was downtown today watching my GF finish up a 5K run and at the finish were throngs of people "partying" as the runners came across. I stood several hundred yards up from the finish line and observed. What I observed was sameness.
They had a DJ from a local Clear Channel station who played such things as Bryan Adams and the "We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes Off" song. Same music, same event, same people, everything exactly as expected. No wonder people drink and do drugs trying to shake off the sameness.
I had my mp3 and headphones and tuned into Mr. Cloudy (who may be more prolific than even bvdub) and noticed that the beats of his music seemed to flow with the rhythm of the runners' feet hitting the pavement. It was perfect, almost surreal.
I felt strangely - and happily - out of place, a reminder that sometimes we're not meant to go along with the crowd, and that it's ok. That's probably why music is a constant companion.
Lately my journeys have been going through various universes of recorded sounds and music. From wire sounds to drone to field recordings of the Waveform Transmission variety to the otherworldy analogue of the guys from Echospace, deeper and deeper I go. But I'm not sure where I'm going...
Currently listening to Alva Noto's Resident Advisor mix, contemplating dropping some cash on his new Univrs LP. From the samples I've heard, it sounds intense.
It's such a far cry from the music I was surrounded by growing up and I'm not sure how this applies to the daily routine but I look to music for escape and, ideally, as fuel for stepping out and creating something new.
Not sure how I got here but I know I can't go back. The future beckons...
Can anyone relate?