there are times when the impetus to put finger to keyboard just strikes, inexhorable and irresistable. sometimes this is in the face of great tragedy. other times great joy. other times the understated simplicity of a flower in bloom or the smile on a patient's face will create the stirring in ones heart to write. and for me, it was rediscovering a Koda Kumi song on JPopAsia.com...
people ask me why i listen to music in a language i don't understand. it's usually surprising enough for them when they find out my preferred channel is 93.3, and when they find out it's because im actually hoping for the occasional JPop song to hit the airwaves, the mystery deepens.
my greatest moments in music have been as a musician. i believe in the power of the melody, the communion of the chord progression, the rage of the rhythm. to me, what are words next to the sheer depth of emotion that music, unfettered by the speech of man, can evoke? an encumberment at best. listen to Holst's Planets and Rach II. words? words fail us, as they often do in everyday usage. best to sit back and let the music hit you, soak deep into your being and speak directly to your spirit.
and that is why i like JPop. the chords speak to me too. they call out to me in ways the white man's songs, or that crap which people term as R&B, never will. the melodies speak of a world of ways strange and familiar, and its rhythms seem to lift my feet forward.
JPop. it just is.
people ask me why i listen to music in a language i don't understand. it's usually surprising enough for them when they find out my preferred channel is 93.3, and when they find out it's because im actually hoping for the occasional JPop song to hit the airwaves, the mystery deepens.
my greatest moments in music have been as a musician. i believe in the power of the melody, the communion of the chord progression, the rage of the rhythm. to me, what are words next to the sheer depth of emotion that music, unfettered by the speech of man, can evoke? an encumberment at best. listen to Holst's Planets and Rach II. words? words fail us, as they often do in everyday usage. best to sit back and let the music hit you, soak deep into your being and speak directly to your spirit.
and that is why i like JPop. the chords speak to me too. they call out to me in ways the white man's songs, or that crap which people term as R&B, never will. the melodies speak of a world of ways strange and familiar, and its rhythms seem to lift my feet forward.
JPop. it just is.
Moon Crying - Koda Kumi
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