So music. It's such an absorbing part of my being. Moving to New York so blindly and relatively isolated helped me to realize a bit more of who I am and what I have to offer. A lot of what has stood out to me is music.
It has taken being around other people and comparing taste to make me realize the role that music plays in all of our lives. I have really eclectic taste that spans so many spectrums, but everything has a time and a place. I feel blessed to have been raised with so much different music diversely around me, which not everyone has, but still many people find their own way to discover music that speaks to them.
DJing in the city has really hit home that people respond so differently to music. Some just want to hear familiar music, they approach my booth and just make blind requests, not really wanting to open themeselves to the new tracks and artists I might be exposing them to.......all I can do is ask them to be patient and try to do my best to make them happy. Others approach and ask me about artists I am playing and write it down. These are my people. They want to hear something new and different, their ears and souls are open and they learn and feel this way.
I play some weird stuff. I play crowd pleasers, I play it all. Patience. Listen.
Nothing ever sounds as good as when I am by myself in my apartment or on my headphones walking to the subway. People seem not to let music be as intimate as it should be.
Anyway, this whole post was inspired by my recent purchase of the debut Atlas Sound album. Bradly Cox is a fucking genius. See here:
Mind blown. How does music effect you? Thoughts?
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