The other day I was asked a very hard question. My roommate asked me to write a few words about what music means to me. In my head I laughed because that is like asking me who would I like to meet, John Lennon or Jesus. Well, in order to humor him, here it goes. Music is the great qualifier to my life. It helps me set my frame of mind in any social, emotional, vengeful, and happy event in my life. I can completely alter or continue my mood by simply sliding on some new wax and letting those rpms take me to the place I want to be. I search the lyrics for words of comfort. I imagine that the sad words out of a soulful mouth are ones that have seen the same tears that I have. After my first love and I broke up I listened to Otis Redding nonstop for about two months. Music is the only real constant so far in my life. It's not that my friends and family aren't great, it's that if they are all gone what do I have to fall back on? Music. It lets me express myself through other people's words and rhythm. It is a strange multi-layered, constantly evolving creature that will always exist as long as people still love, hate, have a story to tell, want to tell the world how they feel, are being oppressed, or just feel like singing a song about their favorite pair of pants. It is its own language, one that speaks to all colors, creeds and backgrounds. Because of this, music has always fascinated me. And I practice what I preach. I don't want to be one of those pretentious music nerds that blow hot air for an hour and can name all the members of some trendy New York City buzz band that no one cares about. I just want you to open your ears and your hearts to the thing that was invented long before sliced bread. Lay back and appreciate it like you would staring at space at night. Lose yourself in it. I do.
Sincerely,
Aaron Hufty (the Best Guy Ever)
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