“Our music makes people wanna kiss on the dancefloor.” said my band mate at rehearsal today. “Hahaha! I'm stealing that! I'll write a whole post about that!”, says I.
So here we find ourselves, contemplating what it means to have music inspire such a direct release of emotion. The fact is, our music does make people wanna kiss on the dancefloor. Not because it's particularly romantic or sultry. I think it's because it makes people dance! It makes people move when perhaps they were previously not the kind to hit the floor. It climbs up your legs and crawls into your belly where it proceeds to get hot and heavy with your insides and comes flowing over your whole body....I've seen it happen.
I consider myself fortunate to have such amazing people in my life. Cascadia '10 is the first genuine musical pursuit I've ever been a part of and in the time that we've been together I have absolutely grown. With this band I've become a more creative person finding my love of percussion and dance taking me beyond my traditional practices, into this new world of performance.
Later in the evening I was at an intimate party with other musicians and folks in the music industry catching up with a friend I hadn't seen in some time. She and I were talking about music (naturally) and she mentioned how she hasn't been playing her acoustic guitar as much lately. She said that she walked past it and could see that dust was beginning to settle on it which of course only served to taunt her as a reminder of how long it had been. Amused, I told her she aught to pick it up and rub it, maybe a genie would come out and grant her more time to spend with her guitar. We continued on with this train of thought for a moment saying that ironically dusting it would be the thing it took to pick it up again but that it was precisely the dust itself that created the aversion she felt towards it now.
I left the party that night determined to keep writing this story no matter how much dust seemed to gently cover it when I find myself too busy to put in the time.
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