there is something nice about looking out at lake shore drive at 2.06am in the morning, when there are hardly any cars. when the light in my room prevents me from seeing the darkness of the lake, and the tiny strip of park land that divides the highway from the lake shore looks like it stretched on forever into an infinite darkness. it could be a dark forest for all i know. but i know it's the lake. i wonder what that's supposed to mean in a philosophical way.
2 separate things, totally unrelated:
RHCP was awesome. john frusciante and flea are no doubt two of the best musicians in the world and to have both of them play in the same band is ridiculous. frusciante just has this extremely relaxed demeanor about him that makes everything he does sound that much nicer. it's hard to explain that, but it's just the way he makes things look so easy, and just how awesome it sounds. flea does things in a totally different way. you can tell he is intense. he's sweating like crazy and just bursting with energy. every single note he plays is just filled with a certain passion. and when the two of them face each other and just jam, there is this utter chemistry between them and they just build on each other's melodies. even if everything was rehearsed, it would still be amazing just because of how nice they sound together. so that made the show for me, just how talented those two men are and how wonderful they sound together. props also to chad smith, who drummed pretty much 2 hours straight. even in between the songs and jams, he'll just be there busting out a short drum solo. it's a monumental task playing drums for frusciante and flea, and smith is just the man to do it. he knows just when to go crazy on the drums and when to hold back just a little to not overshadow and bass and guitar. unfortunately, anthony kiedis, like what i've read about the rest of the tour, never seemed to warm up to the show. he came on stage, sang his songs (quite beautifully i must say) and left. that's really just it. he is obviously a great singer, and on certain songs you were almost convinced that he was enjoying himself, but sometimes it was clear he wasn't. so just that, and the fact that they didn't play "under the bridge", were tiny flaws in what i thought was otherwise an amazing show.
on a totally different note: i got to thinking about that robert frost poem "the road not taken", and i was trying to ask myself whether i was on such a road. sometimes it seems as if i'm doing something very conventional, something that is entirely expected. i mean, i'm on a scholarship, studying econ at the university of chicago. how much more typical can you get? but then i suppose we are all unique on some level, and beyond that, we all have unique experiences. no two people would ever lead the same life, so in a way, you're always on your own road, no one else's. i suppose it's really a matter of how loosely you wish to define this "road". is it merely just going to the same places, or doing similar things? or is it something that goes on beyond the physical, something that happens in your head? is it not important what we take away from walking this road, such that even if we were on the same road, what we got out of it in the end would still be different? does the road even matter that much? does the destination matter either? there seems to be ideas so much more complex than what is elucidated in the poem. nonetheless, i still like it. it is informed by a clean simplicity, and easy to understand. i like my writing that way nowadays.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment