Art of Emotion
Sometimes people like certain things, like bands for instance. I
like Jewel for instance. I've never liked Jewel. No no, I
take that back. I've never like Jewel's voice. I think her
upper register is way to naive, and her lower register has been around
the block of few times...you know, been through shit and back--like all
my sistas and brothas. Well anyhow, I didn't like her. Just
like I don't like Charlotte Church. The girl can dish it, the
girl's a flippin' diva. Don't get me wrong. But she'll burn
out by 25 and probably be left with not much more than a few cents and
a church choir "warble" voice. Back to Jewel. Last night
Amanda taught Jesse and me how to play a song on the piano Jewel sings
(foolish games?). So we were playing, and I felt good while I was
doing it. Then Amanda started singing to it. It was so
cute. She has this tiny timid voice (she's a marine biology
major), but she started singing and I just wanted to put her and her
singing that song in a box and keep it with me always. So instead
I went up to my room and got my hand-held tape recorder. I
brought it downstairs and recorded her playing/singing, and Jesse
pretening to play/sing. It started out as the three of us just
goofing off on the piano. Then Amanda's phone rang. It was
her dad. So it was just Jesse and me. We did what any two people
left to a piano would do. We wrote a freaking awesome song for
Amanda's dad! I wish I had recorded THAT. :-) Jesse knows
his stuff too. He's a freaking good guitarist, and has taken
lessons and knows his music theory. But seriously--god, this is
the part that is wrapped around my heart right now. Jesse goes,
"Okay okay, I wrote this song, tell me if you like it." He starts
playing Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah." What are you supposed to do
when someone plays such a song as this? I won't tell.
But after he finished playing/singing that song, I said, "You did not
freaking write that song your freaking liar." The verdict is: If
you listen to Jewel without her singing, she's an adept musician.
An argument is an argument. My philosophy professor told us today that no matter what kind of excess verbiage a person employs, the fundamental idea is still there.
Ornamented argument: On September 11th, people died. I was your president then, therefore it only makes sense that I continue my work as your future president.
Argument: If I have more experience, then I should be president.
It's so true. The emotive force in the former just makes me want to CRY, it evokes the emotions of loss and frustration, and what did I want when I felt like that? Someone to say that everything would be okay. That person was Bush. Therefore, Bush should still be president? Nope, sorry, ya lost me there. But all he's saying is the latter of the two. Stupid.
But at the same time, the art of evoking emotion is just that, an art. Should art be mixed with politics? Think about that.
Peace out yo.
An argument is an argument. My philosophy professor told us today that no matter what kind of excess verbiage a person employs, the fundamental idea is still there.
Ornamented argument: On September 11th, people died. I was your president then, therefore it only makes sense that I continue my work as your future president.
Argument: If I have more experience, then I should be president.
It's so true. The emotive force in the former just makes me want to CRY, it evokes the emotions of loss and frustration, and what did I want when I felt like that? Someone to say that everything would be okay. That person was Bush. Therefore, Bush should still be president? Nope, sorry, ya lost me there. But all he's saying is the latter of the two. Stupid.
But at the same time, the art of evoking emotion is just that, an art. Should art be mixed with politics? Think about that.
Peace out yo.