I think I have to attribute my lack of musical knowledge to the fact that I don’t really need, or want for that matter music to past my time. From what I’ve heard, white kids, with their fancy ʺIPod’sʺ and ʺMp3’s playersʺ, use music to past time and to entertain themselves. But who has time for music, and ʺMp3 playersʺ when you have books, the outdoors, and even, hold on to your hat folks, KNOWLEDGE.
I know, it’s mind-blowing.
Some people, excluding Gordy because for SOME reason books give him boners, don’t ask me why, they just do, really neglect how knowledge can affect one person’s life. Though I am speaking about the reserve, I’m sure not all the white kids and as big, as strong and as smart as all the rumors say. But for the reserve, sometimes I just imagine how smart the population could be if they stopped invested all their money into alcohol and drugs and started investing their money into books, education and … more books. But then again as John Lennon said: “A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality,” and if you’re asking how I know that, I will let you figure it out.
I’ve decided to go deep into the depth into the art which is music. If I look at my handy dandy class dictionary, they define art as being an art form whose medium is sound and silence. Now if I simplify these terms for you ʺintellectually challengedʺ people, the definition means that art is made by using sounds and silence. Wasn’t too hard now was it? It also says the creation, performance, significance, and even the definition of music vary according to culture and social context. That’s complicated…