I have a secret love for pop music. It’s not something that I broadcast, but my wife knows about it. I really love all kinds of music. She may get in my car to blaring Ice Cube one day, Waylon Jennings the next and New Found Glory the next. I love metal and most all things rock n roll. But pop… I love it too. In fact, I cannot pick a favorite genre of music. I really think that each genre of music is able to speak to me on some level.
I love the simplicity of most pop. It’s easy to feel. There are no surprises. It just is. If I just want to not think, I’m throwing on some pop. That’s not saying it’s bad music and I don’t want to think about it, it’s just easy to digest. It’s easy to rest and listen to pop for me. My brain is able to detach from everything and focus on the simple rhythm.
I love the aggression of metal.
The story telling of country.
The way that rap tells me stories and allows me to feel something I may never have had the chance to otherwise.
I love the sexiest guitar lick EVER written in the intro of “Since I’ve Been Loving You” by Zeppelin.
I love the fun super light hearted pop punk of the early 2000’s.
I love the heart of change behind Rage Against The Machine.
I love to get lost in the story that Coltrane can tell without a single word.
I love Stevie Ray Vaughan’s prayer of forgiveness through his guitar in Riviera Paradise.
I simply love music. But over the past 5 years my love for music has evolved. I still love the same music, so my taste hasn’t evolved, just my love. I no longer feel the need to “bathe” in music. I crave quite time. I crave conversation.
Music has become more intimate now. I invite it in to the things that I love.
When I’m cooking breakfast for the family on a Saturday morning there is a good chance that I’m blasting old country from Willie, Waylon and the Boys.
When I’m writing I’m listening to mellow instrumental jams or maybe pop.
When I’m in the gym… RAP!
When I’m driving, 90’s alternative.
When I’m sitting alone in my office at home there may be a Zeppelin record spinning.
My life has changed. My tastes have not. I still love to feel. I love to feel art. EVERY artist that I enjoy regularly has a gift. They have a gift to evoke the emotions in me that they intended me to feel, and it’s beautiful. It’s intimate.
Music should be intimate. It should connect with more than just your ears. It should connect with your heart and soul.
Living in Music City had almost killed that in me at some point. But music has a way of taking hold and not letting go. Sometimes we just have to unplug and feel. Just allow an old track from earlier times that we connected with to take us back.
“Wait, Bobby isn’t talking about motivation or Jesus… is he OK? Is he going to have some crazy M. Night Shamalan moment and flip this on us?”
NO! I’m not. This is literally about music and our ability to miss the art in it (you can read into that if you want and blog about it on your own). This is about how music is a gift. How it has the ability to transport us to new places. How it has the ability to connect us across dividing lines.
Our country is CRAZY divided right now, but you know what? I probably listen to music that ALL sides listen to. I’m connected, if not by ideology, atleast by a song. And from my in depth scientific research (sarcasm) that song is probably a much deeper and real connection than some ideology which is fueled by human ignorance and pride.
Music is powerful, when we allow it to be. It is designed to connect to us on a deep level, a spiritual level.
Maybe next time you think it may be appropriate to post how your political view is “just the best and only way” you could think about sharing a song that speaks to you. Maybe even one that speaks to you so deeply that it could cross the dividing line and you and “the other side” may actually enjoy together.
Here’s my commitment. Outside of blogs, I’m going to do my damnedest to not share opinions that are divisive and I will share atleast one song a day that I think will speak to someone on a deep level. I’m going to commit to 30 days. But before I do let me get this one divisive thing out of my system. The Stones are always going to be better than the Beatles… ALWAYS.
Now who’s going to join me on this journey? Let’s connect. Share a song that speaks to you on a more than just surface level. Share something that has meat and feeling. Maybe even share why it speaks to you. Let’s have some fun with it and make it a point to listen to something we wouldn’t normally.
I’m going to start with the hashtag #unitedbymusic and maybe you can do the same. Let’s cross some lines folks.