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|Prop Melons' Life And Other Jazz|
I'm in my final two weeks of high school and it's kind of left me reflecting on my childhood and rrrrrrmy past few years in school. None of this really matters, rand I'm only really making this list rrair rrrrgrievances in hopes it'll inspire me to write something.
|1||Red Hot Chili Peppers|
I chose to begin with this album for several reasons, the most important being that it almost
serves as a loose connection of all of the things that molded me into the person I am today.
When I was around six years old, my family suffered two HUGE hits when my grandmother and
father's step-sister passed away within months of each other. It was then that I started to
question matters of life and death, and what life really was.
One very important idea I have come to believe is that those who are close to you will be
with you forever, even in death. As silly/ridiculous as it sounds, I feel like my aunt's (who
passed away) love for the Chili Peppers was sort of imparted on me.
Something else I would later realize is that every family has an anchor, and my grandmother
was that anchor. She was kind of the glue that kept us together through all of our shit, and
when she died, I kind of started to see more of the negative traits of my family. Also, my
grandmother loved Disney films, she collected them on tape in fact...I've grown to love them
as well. I even wrote my junior research paper on Walt Disney.
The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time OST
When I was three years old, I had an accident that left me bed-ridden for two months. Before
that accident, it was impossible to keep me from wanting to play outside, but when I wasn't
able to do that anymore, my parents had to find another way to appease me. So, they dusted
off the Super Nintendo they were hiding from my brother and I, and plopped me in front of the
TV for the whole two months.
Since then, video games have played a pivotal part in helping me maintain my sanity throughout
the years. To this day, it's one of my favorite past times. My pseudo-obsession began with
Ocarina of Time. I wasn't even four years old when the game first came out on the N64 more
than fourteen years ago, and so completing this game was no easy task for me. In fact, I didn't
kill Ganon until I was nearly nine years old.
Obviously, this wasn't the only game I played in that five year time span, and it took me more
than a few playthroughs to save the Seven Sages, but killing that giant pig fuck was one of the
most satisfying victories of my childhood...that and beating the Master Hand as Link in the
original Super Smash Bros. Since then, I've overcome far more difficult challenges, most recently
having finally conquered Dark Souls after more than a year's time of seemingly endless trial-and-
The Song Remains the Same
So, here was my first real exposure to music, of which I ignored for far too long before
finally "discovering" it on my own. I grew up in a fairly close-knit, albeit highly
dysfunctional family. The one person whom I was almost always able to bear was my
older cousin. whom I will refer to as Doctor Teeth, who was a die hard fan of Zep in his
teenage years. (as well as the original Metal Gear Solid, a game I watched him beat over
a dozen times)
He never tried to expose me to them, at least not actively. However, he used to watch
the DVD for this album when I stayed over and I remember waking up one night while
Page was in the middle of his solo on Dazed & Confused. It was an oddly profound
moment, but also slightly annoying because I was fucking tired.
This experience as a whole could easily be related to my relationship with this cousin.
Most of the time, he's a really cool guy and the only person who shares the same affinity
for music, games and movies that I do, but his occasional drunken tom-fooleries can be
that one minor annoyance in an otherwise very cool experience.
Shadows Collide With People
This is it. The album that launched me into an endless search for music that might be as
good as this. In the six years since I first heard this record, I've heard more music than
most people can ever seem to comprehend (seriously, when people ask me how many songs
I have on my iPod and I tell them, they seem dumbfounded and always seem to ask why I
would need that much music)
This record has also served as a great place for me to turn to when I'm feeling less than
satisfied about my life. I've tried to share with as many people as possible, but really,
besides the person who shared it with me, only one other person I know has found the
same solace in Frusciante's music...
...And that person is the frontman and primary song-writer of this very local,
experimental trio in Vero Beach, FL, Gonzo. The one, real and true friend that has
supported me more than anyone else cared to (or that I allowed to...). We first met in
sixth grade, in our faux music theory class where all we did was listen to tunes and make
inappropriate(ly hilarious) jokes during whatever movie we watched.
Our friendship fostered throughout middle school as we learned we had a lot in common
(particularly our odd sense of humor and love for the Metal Gear series). Even after his
move to Florida in the middle of 8th grade, we remained close friends.
In fact, I've reviewed two of his band's albums, which you can find in my reviews tab, of
course, and in an act of shameless promotion, here's the link to their bandcamp
Zappa in New York
Around the age of fourteen, I found myself surrounded by (2) people whom I shared many a
common interests with, the primary interest among us being music. I found I didn't really have
anything I could call my own, or contribute to this happy circle of music sharing. That is until
I heard Frank Zappa. Collecting whatever songs I could find, mostly bits and pieces from
Apostrophe, Joe's Garage, and Zappa in New York, I scurried to share them with my friends
and fellow music lovers. They loved it, and here, I learned a lesson, and founded my first
unwritten rule to live by: When one receives, one must give (in terms of sharing music at
Since then, this small circle has thrived upon a near endless sharing. The odd thing is, we're a
very loose circle, relying largely on the internet to communicate. Actually, now that I think
about it, it's not even really a circle. Doctor Teeth and Gonzo have never met. Regardless,
music has been continuously passed between us, mostly through me.
My love for Zappa's music also led me to a lot of the music I would share with these guys,
including Captain Beefheart, Edgard Varese and Igor Stravinsky.
I almost put Joy Division's Closer here, but considering this section will largely be
about depression, isolation, and self-destruction, I thought I'd prefer to avoid any
and all cliches. Around the time things seemed alright, Doctor Teeth and Gonzo,
both moved away within a few weeks of each other. One to Texas, and the other
to Florida. At that point, the entirety of my existence seemed fairly pointless, and
my general appearance and the following years of my school life would begin to
Going into high school, I had isolated myself from those who I had once called
friends, and for the years following, I was stuck in a phase of endless self
degradation. I had begun to lose interest in many of my hobbies, I frequently
skipped school to stay home and lie in bed, and my general appearance
was...unkempt to say at the least. It was also during this time I began to explore a
lot of different music.
I had moved on from the avant-garde, psychedelic, alternative, and progressive
sound I had focused on before, and moved further into the territory of various sub-
genres of punk, metal and electronic music. Eventually, I got fed up with my boring
teenage angsty, depressive bullshit and tried to move on with my life, but
unfortunately, after years of being a hermit, it made it fairly difficult to assert
myself into a normal high school life of studying, drinking and whoring. To this day,
I've had issues with social anxiety that have damaged many friendships beyond
Anyways, Damaged was one of the first punk albums I heard and it really stuck with
me through my short-lived experience of self medicating.
My resurgence of life began here, with Q-Tips second solo release, "The Renaissance". It
was the first hip-hop album that really struck a chord with me, and it inspired me to delve
more into hip-hop, blues, funk, jazz, r&b, and pop, as well as many passions of mine that I
had abandoned in my lengthy depression.
Unfortunately, my renaissance was short-lived, as it quickly became overtaken by a very
simple idea, one that would undoubtedly kill any potential happiness or satisfaction I could
find in my life...
Return to Struggleville
Going into my junior year of high school, I had myself convinced that no one would
take any interest in me and that I was fated/doomed to be alone so long as I was
living in this place.
Within the first few weeks of school, I had met someone who unintentionally
challenged that idea, as well as every facet of who I was. Whatever we would be
for each other was tainted from the moment she sat in front of me. Despite that, I
learned more about myself in the few months that I knew her than I did in my four
years of isolation.
Unfortunately, I was completely broken and confused throughout that learning
process, and I went through another short, but somehow beneficial depression. By
the time that I was ready to really foster any kind of relationship with her, it was
too late; I had pushed her too far away and I thought it impossible to fix what I
She graduated and I haven't seen her since, and I doubt that I will, but she gave me a lot
more than the satisfaction of knowing who I am; she gave me Listener. Hearing
Wooden Heart, and all of the shit that followed afterwards, sparked another
"renaissance" for me that led to an intense period of creative writing and thinking,
as well as to discovering what I want to do with my life.
Blood & Chemistry
Bringing this to an end, it felt appropriate to include the album I had really, really
enjoyed listening to while typing the first part of this list up. I mean, it was either
Blood & Chemistry or the 20/20 Experience.
I have to admit it was a bit difficult taking the time to do this, especially since I
know where I'm posting this and literally none of you give a shit, which is totally
cool. This all deeply personal and somewhat emotional for me, and I needed some
kind of release for it. Plus, I'm bored and I needed a way to avoid doing my AP Lit
homework. Anyways, I'm done, rec me some life changing tunes if you care to.
|Paragraphs are fun...|
|this is a cool list. I am also two weeks out from graduation, but I am excited to move on. I don't choose to think that all that has happened before is pointless. It seems like most of what I read shaped you to be what you are today. Isn't that the point of all of this? |
|Yeah, man, glad you liked the read. I didn't really go into writing this with any kind of goal or objective for what I wanted to communicate, but all of this does paint the picture that everything from my past has brought me to this point today.|
|yeah man, it is pretty sick. One of the best parts of music is how it has fallen into your life, and is a really cool read.|
|Definitely, I always thought it was kind of strange how music came into my life, but looking back, it actually makes a lot of sense.|
|yeah really! I mean the first band I ever really listened to was Limp Bizkit when I was 8 years old. It was the only popular music other than gangster rap when I lived in a suburb of New Orleans. When I evacuated from Hurricane Katrina, I really got into Rise Against and Rage Against the Machine. Mainly Politically angry bands because I had all of this anger inside. After settling down over the years I have really dove into the music I listen to today in large parts because of my friends also. It really is pretty neat how this all is relevant haha|
|Damn, dude, Katrina must have been tough...|
That's cool though, RATM was one of the first bands I had really gotten into as well. The connections you can make between life and music are almost as limitless as they are mysterious. It truly is an amazing thing.
|been through some similar circumstances myself|
always nice when those lightning bolts of inspiration come through, especially when they stick and lead to a rennaisance (like has happened with me recently). certain albums or songs have definitely propelled me forward
interesting list idea
|8 is an awesome, underappreciated album. Ocarina is the best game ever. list rules.|
|I didn't read anything except the list description. I am sure your life has been cool though.|
|4 is life|
|How many songs DO you have on your iPod? I'm curious.|
|As of right now, I've got a 160gb with 14900 songs on it or so.|
|Damn nice, I got a 160GB classic as well but only like 7000-8000 songs. That's pretty legit man, great list as well.|
|Everybody seems to love Shadows Collide with People but I think that's my least favourite Frusciante album (after From the sounds inside but that never got a proper release I think so I'm not counting it). |