DaveB
Bluelighter
Sorry, I know this is kind of long and pointless, but it is a moment in my life that I was reminiscing about. I needed to write it down for fear that one day I would forget the "moment," let it lose it's importance, and blend in with all the rest of the days of my life.
It happened on a day not too different from today, though years ago now. It was a different time and a different place, but the rest of the world outside of my sphere of influence seemed unchanged. I was a freshman in college and my eyes were open for the first time in my life. It was the first time in my life that I allowed my self to be taught, not through class, but through the actions and lives of others.
Life in the dormitory was filled with new experiences, new paths to take, new sights to see, and new wonders to taste. Like I was saying, it was a normal night. The dorms brought new amounts of fun every night whether it be Tuesday or Saturday. Per usual I spent the evening disregarding my studies, having a beer or two, and discussing the many issues of the day with friends. Being the insomniac that I was, and still am for that matter, when the others called it an evening, I was still wide awake. I took a walk outside to smoke and think, possibly even write down a few words if they happened to pop into my head. The night neared three o'clock and I decided it was time to take a stab at laying my head down. I made it up the elevator to the 9th floor, but did not swing the immediate left to get to my room. No, instead I was drawn to the light emulating from the floor lounge. Like a moth towards a streetlight, I found myself traveling the extra steps to the lounge.
Inside I found who I knew I would find, Joe and Aaron. Joe, of course, my best friend (also an insomniac), and Aaron a skater from Hawaii. Now you have to understand, I was a prep and I found Aaron's laid back approach to life enticing and different. As we sat in the den, we talked. We talked like we always did, letting ourselves have glimpses of each other's lives. We educated each other on the concepts that life is not perfect, we all have problems, and your way of life is no better or worse than mine. I found my mind opening little by little with every sentence that was spoke. My conservative, homegrown, white, right-winged ideals lost validity as this happened. At that moment Aaron decided it was the right time to smoke up and broaden our philosophical discussion. As we got high it was decided that the conversation would end and we would just chill. Aaron had brought a small CD player and some discs to the lounge and we started to listen to music. It was at this moment, this one perfect moment when my eyes and ears were as open as wide as they had ever been, that I was struck. I was struck with the indescribable feeling that all people have when they find one of their life's true callings. It felt like what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. Everything stopped and made sense. In my lifetime I have experienced this feeling twice. I believe that all people have a similar experience when they figure out a little piece of their own life. This was one piece of mine. As the music started I heard a smooth drumbeat accompanied by a synthesizer. This was incredibly different from the guitar oriented rock and roll and I had always listened to. This gentle rhythm continued stagnant, yet entertaining. Soon, the music became louder, the beat stronger, and the synth line sharper. It built and built as though it was nearing orgasmic levels of intensity. The drum beat paused quickly, the synth exploded and I was met with a rush of energy pouring out of the speakers into my body. This intensity, this musical orgasm, was brought down and yet again built up. Another explosion occurred. My senses were in disarray, my pulse pounding faster than the music. As the song faded away I immediately turned to Aaron and asked, "What was that?" His simple response was all I needed. "That, my friend, is techno." Perhaps it was the situation, perhaps it was my state of mind at the moment, perhaps it was fate, but I found what I was looking for. I found the medium for my release. I found the direct link to heart, mind, body, and soul that is contained within the music I love.
Thank you Aaron
Thank you Josh Wink (Higher State of Consciousness)
It happened on a day not too different from today, though years ago now. It was a different time and a different place, but the rest of the world outside of my sphere of influence seemed unchanged. I was a freshman in college and my eyes were open for the first time in my life. It was the first time in my life that I allowed my self to be taught, not through class, but through the actions and lives of others.
Life in the dormitory was filled with new experiences, new paths to take, new sights to see, and new wonders to taste. Like I was saying, it was a normal night. The dorms brought new amounts of fun every night whether it be Tuesday or Saturday. Per usual I spent the evening disregarding my studies, having a beer or two, and discussing the many issues of the day with friends. Being the insomniac that I was, and still am for that matter, when the others called it an evening, I was still wide awake. I took a walk outside to smoke and think, possibly even write down a few words if they happened to pop into my head. The night neared three o'clock and I decided it was time to take a stab at laying my head down. I made it up the elevator to the 9th floor, but did not swing the immediate left to get to my room. No, instead I was drawn to the light emulating from the floor lounge. Like a moth towards a streetlight, I found myself traveling the extra steps to the lounge.
Inside I found who I knew I would find, Joe and Aaron. Joe, of course, my best friend (also an insomniac), and Aaron a skater from Hawaii. Now you have to understand, I was a prep and I found Aaron's laid back approach to life enticing and different. As we sat in the den, we talked. We talked like we always did, letting ourselves have glimpses of each other's lives. We educated each other on the concepts that life is not perfect, we all have problems, and your way of life is no better or worse than mine. I found my mind opening little by little with every sentence that was spoke. My conservative, homegrown, white, right-winged ideals lost validity as this happened. At that moment Aaron decided it was the right time to smoke up and broaden our philosophical discussion. As we got high it was decided that the conversation would end and we would just chill. Aaron had brought a small CD player and some discs to the lounge and we started to listen to music. It was at this moment, this one perfect moment when my eyes and ears were as open as wide as they had ever been, that I was struck. I was struck with the indescribable feeling that all people have when they find one of their life's true callings. It felt like what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. Everything stopped and made sense. In my lifetime I have experienced this feeling twice. I believe that all people have a similar experience when they figure out a little piece of their own life. This was one piece of mine. As the music started I heard a smooth drumbeat accompanied by a synthesizer. This was incredibly different from the guitar oriented rock and roll and I had always listened to. This gentle rhythm continued stagnant, yet entertaining. Soon, the music became louder, the beat stronger, and the synth line sharper. It built and built as though it was nearing orgasmic levels of intensity. The drum beat paused quickly, the synth exploded and I was met with a rush of energy pouring out of the speakers into my body. This intensity, this musical orgasm, was brought down and yet again built up. Another explosion occurred. My senses were in disarray, my pulse pounding faster than the music. As the song faded away I immediately turned to Aaron and asked, "What was that?" His simple response was all I needed. "That, my friend, is techno." Perhaps it was the situation, perhaps it was my state of mind at the moment, perhaps it was fate, but I found what I was looking for. I found the medium for my release. I found the direct link to heart, mind, body, and soul that is contained within the music I love.
Thank you Aaron
Thank you Josh Wink (Higher State of Consciousness)
