Friday, March 6, 2015
What Music Means To Me
This certain topic is really something that I can't illustrate with words. I remember hearing L.A. Woman by The Doors on this little radio my dad had in Mexico and I remember myself just being lost in Jim Morrison's poetry and the amazingly simple yet infectious guitar playing of Robby Krieger. At that time, my music only stretched so far. I was a kid and my dad was never home so my main source for musical ideas was my mom. She was born in 1980 so she was really into tune with the 90s music. She introduced me to Blink-182, No Doubt, Sublime, Sum 41 and Fall Out Boy stuff like that. My dad came around to show me my favorite stuff like Zeppelin, The Doors, The Beatles, The Animals, Cream, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple and Iron Maiden. He also showed me artists like N.W.A., and Afroman. My father was incredibly into the psychedelic scene as much as he was into 80s metal and death metal. At about ten they bought me my first guitar with the cheapy amp, y'know? It was crazy because I didn't touch the thing for about four years until I heard Freebird by Lynyrd Skynyrd and the solo just captivated me I swear it brought me to tears. Then I heard The Beach Boys and they got me with Brian Wilson's compositions. For a good while now I've been really deep into the psychedelic era. The Byrds, Zeppelin, Donovan, The Doors, The Centurians, The later Beatles, just sort of flower power stuff. This entire part of my life is defined by bands I'm joining, forming, and obsessing over.
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