My roommates music taste

(as told by her)

MUSIC SHE HATES:           MUSIC SHE LIKES:

Lana Del Rey                      Fall Out Boy (favorite band)
The Beatles                         Panic! At the Disco

My reaction:

Missed Connections: The Playlist

A new playlist is up. It’s inspired by the book Missed Connections: Love, Lost & Found. 

If you like soft acoustics, and folk love songs then click the link below.

http://8tracks.com/erica-m/missed-connections

I think it’s very interesting that whenever someone hears a truly inspiring song, naturally, they look up. I’ve never seen someone so moved by a song that they have looked down. I think that’s because those feelings and that inspiration come from the Divine. They come from a place of happiness and peace. Our spirits are lifted because of the beauty that is carried throughout the music and all of that good comes from a place where our spirits truly belong.

It annoys me to no end when people call performers such as Katy Perry, Britney Spears and Nicki Minaj “divas”. Do they act like they have contributed so much to the progression of music that we’ll remember it in 1000 years? Yes, but have they really? No. The word “diva” means “goddess”. It used to be only attributed to woman who had unfathomable talent and musicianship, as if it was handed down to them by the gods.  A classic example is Maria Callas. I’d also add that these divas, sometime in their lives, changed music and performing forever. You cannot compare people who make their music off of sex, synthesizers, and auto tune to those who sing with depth, passion and who have incredible professionalism and talent. 

One day, I want to go to a classical concert. When the concert starts instead of being completely mesmerized by the music, I want to do everything in my power to pay attention to the faces around me. I want to see their facial expressions as their emotions change throughout the concert. I want to see the feelings of pure joy, sadness, inspiration and love rise from the depths of their soul to the surface like a volcano.  I want to wonder how many times an old couple has seen this performer and how much of a part it has played in their lives. I want to witness someones life being completely changed by this concert and I want to see the look of relief when an audience member realizes that because of beautiful music like this, there is still so much good in this world.

Two of my roommates and I learned ‘Little Talks’ by Of Monsters and Men. Christine plays the trumpet, Katey plays the guitar and I sing. It’s coming together quite nicely and it’s wonderful to be in an apartment that is constantly filled with talent and music. Maybe I’ll post a video of us playing sometime.

I’ve been reevaluating and contemplating my artistry, or lack thereof when it comes to theatrical performance. Music, dance and theater has always been a part of my life but I haven’t made room for it in my life for about two years. It saddens me that I’ve let some of my talent wilt away like a parched flower. I would have kept it up but  I don’t have any of the means necessary to pay for voice coaching. The coaching offered at school is too expensive for me. The acting class that I want to take and is appropriate for my level has prerequisites. I understand that the excuses might hurt, rather than help me address my case but it’s true. Sometimes late at night, I’ll get out of bed, close my eyes and imagine I’m on stage again. I’ll dance miniature routines to my favorite songs from musicals and then get back in bed. I know it’s pathetic but I need an outlet. An artist without an outlet is the Yin without the Yang. A plant without soil for the soul.