I want to disscuss how I became a Tea Party Fanatic.
For those of you poor sad decripid souls who do not know of the Tea Party, they are basically one of the better bands in Canada...not anymore as results of changing music treads and their half assed attempts to "conform" to it. I still love them, but not as blindly as I used to in my early years from the result of their two most recently lack-lustre albums. This kinda pisses me off since even though I felt I matured, I suddenly feel I'm lost in the musical world with no "direct connection" with a single band that I hold above all others.
Basically to chronicle my very first venture into my own music collection I liked....umm...
Bush X. Yes...I liked the good jolly old band from England. The temporary voice for all disenchanted youth and skaters and essentially becoming the so called "Femenine Side" of skateboarding punks...most of which who probably tried to hit on chicks saying that they were "deep" because they liked "Glycerin".
Yes I listened to that album to death, more than the legal recommended dosage. I look back and actually feel molested by the fact that I like that music, let alone even put it above anything else in my music collection...which was NON-EXISTENT. I bought the lovely double CD which featured a half assed recording of live shows.
Eventually I did buy "Razorblade Suitcase" became dis-enchanted since I did not like every single song on the lovely CD.
That's a thing with me...four things I know of my musical tastes.
1)If I like a song...I will listen to it to death. I don't know if it is a sort of "filtering mechanism". I will listen to the song hundreds of times, immersing myself into it....noticing small intracicies that wish was forever embedded in my head for musical pleasure. I would repeat rifts and solos over and over again...wishing it would continue forever in a song, knowing full well that without the previous music beforehand it would render them meaningless.
The thing is...if I stop listening to it I will lose interest. That's what happened to Bush. I was on it so many times that the fact that I constantly keep my listening bliss on repeat until the batteries run dead or until a blackout, I would forever be stuck in that period, with no time to reflect on the long-term effects.
2. I tend to buy albums that are all or nothing. I make some exceptions such as with Tea Party, just to masochistically continue my collection...but if the album is not at LEAST 98% likeable by my standards....I tend to sell it or leave it to collect an imprint of the hardly used sleeve of my CD case. Hence my minimally small collection of albums.
3. Tell me you like this song...then I will like it. I'm that easily influenced.
4. Violins, Violas and Cellos do it in for me. It could be crap music, but you play that high spirit lifting crecendo I will melt like butter.
Continuing on:
After a long time of being dis-connected from any real source of music to call my own and skipping being one top 20 to the next...I eventually saw the Tea Party's music vid "Temptation" on the TV. I made a small poem about my first experience with their music. I have seen their vids before, but never fully...that one was Sister Awake..I think about 3 years previous. Nevertheless I actually called my brother out of the kitchen to tell him look at how high this singer's voice went up during the chorus.
Little did I know that it was planting a hypnotic implant into my head to buy this fucking album.
Well my brother went to Vancouver for a small visit, and I wanted the single to this song. Sadly the only way to get this song was through either the actual album "Transmission" aka TX, or through Big Shiny Tunes 1. The thing is, even though a lovely amount of music that I liked (still in my top 20 mode) was on the album, Marilyn Manson, which I intended never to have a connection with was on it. I bit the bullet after much consoltation. I would rather have one song that I hate on a album full of song I "like" as opposed to the vice-versa. So I told my brother to get Big Shiny Tunes.
My brother's mistake would become my blessing.
He came back and got me TX. The rest is history...not really. It took Mike Mueller for him to like a few songs before I started to like them. another thing...I brainwash myself to like songs sometimes. Let me listen to an album I have some semblance of liking and I will like it.
I hate life.
For those of you poor sad decripid souls who do not know of the Tea Party, they are basically one of the better bands in Canada...not anymore as results of changing music treads and their half assed attempts to "conform" to it. I still love them, but not as blindly as I used to in my early years from the result of their two most recently lack-lustre albums. This kinda pisses me off since even though I felt I matured, I suddenly feel I'm lost in the musical world with no "direct connection" with a single band that I hold above all others.
Basically to chronicle my very first venture into my own music collection I liked....umm...
Bush X. Yes...I liked the good jolly old band from England. The temporary voice for all disenchanted youth and skaters and essentially becoming the so called "Femenine Side" of skateboarding punks...most of which who probably tried to hit on chicks saying that they were "deep" because they liked "Glycerin".
Yes I listened to that album to death, more than the legal recommended dosage. I look back and actually feel molested by the fact that I like that music, let alone even put it above anything else in my music collection...which was NON-EXISTENT. I bought the lovely double CD which featured a half assed recording of live shows.
Eventually I did buy "Razorblade Suitcase" became dis-enchanted since I did not like every single song on the lovely CD.
That's a thing with me...four things I know of my musical tastes.
1)If I like a song...I will listen to it to death. I don't know if it is a sort of "filtering mechanism". I will listen to the song hundreds of times, immersing myself into it....noticing small intracicies that wish was forever embedded in my head for musical pleasure. I would repeat rifts and solos over and over again...wishing it would continue forever in a song, knowing full well that without the previous music beforehand it would render them meaningless.
The thing is...if I stop listening to it I will lose interest. That's what happened to Bush. I was on it so many times that the fact that I constantly keep my listening bliss on repeat until the batteries run dead or until a blackout, I would forever be stuck in that period, with no time to reflect on the long-term effects.
2. I tend to buy albums that are all or nothing. I make some exceptions such as with Tea Party, just to masochistically continue my collection...but if the album is not at LEAST 98% likeable by my standards....I tend to sell it or leave it to collect an imprint of the hardly used sleeve of my CD case. Hence my minimally small collection of albums.
3. Tell me you like this song...then I will like it. I'm that easily influenced.
4. Violins, Violas and Cellos do it in for me. It could be crap music, but you play that high spirit lifting crecendo I will melt like butter.
Continuing on:
After a long time of being dis-connected from any real source of music to call my own and skipping being one top 20 to the next...I eventually saw the Tea Party's music vid "Temptation" on the TV. I made a small poem about my first experience with their music. I have seen their vids before, but never fully...that one was Sister Awake..I think about 3 years previous. Nevertheless I actually called my brother out of the kitchen to tell him look at how high this singer's voice went up during the chorus.
Little did I know that it was planting a hypnotic implant into my head to buy this fucking album.
Well my brother went to Vancouver for a small visit, and I wanted the single to this song. Sadly the only way to get this song was through either the actual album "Transmission" aka TX, or through Big Shiny Tunes 1. The thing is, even though a lovely amount of music that I liked (still in my top 20 mode) was on the album, Marilyn Manson, which I intended never to have a connection with was on it. I bit the bullet after much consoltation. I would rather have one song that I hate on a album full of song I "like" as opposed to the vice-versa. So I told my brother to get Big Shiny Tunes.
My brother's mistake would become my blessing.
He came back and got me TX. The rest is history...not really. It took Mike Mueller for him to like a few songs before I started to like them. another thing...I brainwash myself to like songs sometimes. Let me listen to an album I have some semblance of liking and I will like it.
I hate life.
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