Eight times twenty-four hours seperate me from my earlier youth passion: A certain band. Thinking about it makes me realize, that it's always the bands that somehow get a quantum passion out of me.
Anyway, the passion for that certain band is already in an post-melancholic status. Where once was a never-ending excitement and euphorism (or so it seemed), is now a mixture of sadness and memories.
Memories, of course made up by all those incredible feelings, you can almost only feel, when you are sixteen years old and visit one of your first concerts. Feeling extremely adult, caused by the beer in your left and the cigarette in your right hand. Being part of a cool scenery, just for one night.
And sadness, caused by the feeling of slowly growing older, losing the excitement. Losing a band, because they lose their record-contract.
When you realize, that this concert may be the last one, you think "I knew they'd mess it up. They changed too much from their earlier idealistic way of being. No more authenticy. No more sympathy.", but you have to accept, that something or someone who helped you through a difficult time of your life could disappear.
It may sound cheesy, but I think, that this is the reason why so many young girls become fans of that one certain artist or that one certain band.
They find themselves in those incredible lyrics. They search for someone who understands them and never questions or comments, but accepts their opinions.
I feel privileged to understand music as something necessary, to express your feelings, no matter if you're playing an instrument or just listen to it.
It makes you feel better. It makes difficult situations less difficult by taking your fear away from you.
So now, after all these explanations about the importance of music and it's relevance to a young girls developement, one of my favourite songs. From a certain band.
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