High Fidelity

High Fidelity

My life is like a jukebox, not the kind the Fonz would hit but rather the type that follows you around… maybe in your pocket or your hand. Kind of like a portable audio listening device. Something that would allow one to access and choose what song they would like to listen to… wait a second, I think we have such devices in this technological utopia of ours, the Walkman! Yes sir, when I walk down the street I can choose what I listen to and I can skip the song when I grow tired of it, which happens more often then not; for you see I suffer from a very strange affliction called song ADD. I have the inability to completely listen to a song from start to finish unless I truly love every second of it.

Modularity

I love music; I can’t go a day without listening to Run D.M.C. while I walk down the street in my Addidas. If I go 24 hours without hearing the haunting voice of Dallas Green I’d think it was a waste. Any large amount of time without Barenaked Ladies is shameful and a little un-patriotic… get your minds out of the gutter, I speak of the band that is also a national treasure. I have a soundtrack to accompany my every whim and mood. I have a tune for every thought and feeling, I even have a little ditty about Jack and Diane that I stole from a guy who likes pink house’s a little too much…. That’s what you get when you remove the cougar from your name!

Semblance of realism

You can learn a lot about a man from the songs he writes, just like you can learn a lot about an author from reading their books, or how you can see into the soul of a painter by simply viewing his latest work. You can feel the emotion jump of the vinyl when you hear Johnny Cash say that he’s hurt. You can feel the joy soar across the room when Billy Joel sings to his uptown girl. I think that life is like a song, a song that I’m writing as I go. I’ve got a couple of versus and a chorus and a jaunty little beat to go with it… maybe something acoustic. I still don’t know what this song is about, I probably won’t know until it’s done and to be honest with you I’m not too anxious to hear the denouement. It could be a happy song it could be a sad one… it could damn well be a concept album and require two discs to contain its story, a story with up’s and down’s and maybe an elephant or two. Who knows… I don’t know how this song will end, I can’t fast-forward to the part that I like or rewind to the intro because I want to experience the euphoric guitar solo that I thought would never end. All I can do is ride the wave, sit back and hope that when the song is done and the tape has run out that someone will be kind enough to put it back in the case so that someone else may enjoy it.