I'm
taking a music class of sorts outside of school on audio production,
and my homework is to listen to Led Zeppelin.
Some kids would be delighted by such an
assignment, others horrified, but I'd say I'm pretty neutral. As I
sit here, simultaneously doing my audio homework and my language arts
homework, my only thoughts are: I can't complain. Everything just
feels...chill. There are guitars and bass thumping out of the
speakers of my computer, but yet, it is relaxed, and I can't help but
wonder why.
My
first theory, is that the puzzling relaxed quality I've found in
Zeppelin is rooted in its lyrics, or lack of being that I can't
understand them. The way they're delivered reminds me slightly of
blues music, which takes me back to the evening Jeep rides home from
my viola lessons; the wind blowing and the air chilling and the local
blues cover artist vibrating from the speakers about his last two
dollars. So perhaps that is theory 1.5.
Theory
number two would be the current state of my bedroom. Evening is
coming and it's rained all day. The only light in the room pans out
in a golden arch from the burlap lamp on the dresser beside me. There
is also the glow of my computer screen,
but I'd consider word documents a sort of home for me, as I write
constantly and aimlessly in the night time on the weekends. So maybe
that's theory 2.5; the thing that reminds me of the thing that
reminds me of the thing that reminds me of the thing, which I'd say
can be appropriately labeled as the 0.5 bit.
My
final theory, the grand number three, is the vintage
of it. It's classic,
therefore, I'm supposed to
enjoy it and I'm supposed to
appreciate it. However, the fact that something is classic has never
swayed my opinion before, which leads me to theory 3.0: I just like
it for what it is. It just keeps jamming. The bass, the drums, the
guitar- there is a subtle blend of catchy and consistency among them
all. The music follows a structure, just like classical music does,
or really, just like all music does, which adds a touch of
familiarity to it at well. So there, I suppose, is theory 3.5.
A
large part of my appreciation for Zeppelin lies in the relaxed
principle of the 0.5; the remembering of familiar things. The 0.5
factor exists in every piece of music, though. Maybe not everyone
feels it in every song or every artist, but every once in a while,
people find the 0.5 in strange and unexpected places, like I did, and
perhaps that is the true purpose of music.
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