Thursday, November 30, 2006

On not being the same after that

I'd like to go into further detail about my previous post. I wanted to point out that this was one of the first songs I recognized when my friend Chris went through his playlist. Two years ago Mr. Folds himself performed at St. Olaf, and thanks to my then-roommate Tyler I learned about it and went. I had no clue who the guy was at the time, and I probably would've done just as well to not go to the concert. But I went anyway. And the first thing that came to mind I was in awe of how he played the piano that night, mostly because it reminded me of how I loved to improvise sometimes. I didn't know any of his songs or had a measure of his fame, but I was already finding some similarities to our approaches to the piano.

The final song of the concert was the one where he had previously directed the audience to sing a pair of diatonic triads (going from A minor to C major). As it turned out that's how the song ended. But what stuck with me was the elation of going to a concert and singing a pair of "heavenly" chords (that was the intended effect). I was practically euphoric, not because of some piano master conducting a bunch of non-choral Oles to sing a pair of triads perfectly, but because I was amazed that I was just starting college at a school where people actually sang in tune.

Of course, once Chris played more of Ben Folds' songs and I finally downloaded iTunes, I was able to really understand several of his songs. And this particular one, "Not the same" (the song with the "heavenly" chords---the same one that fueled my elation) was based on a true story of one of his close friends who got high on acid at a party one night, climbed a tree, and became a "born-again Christian" when he came down from said tree the following morning. If you were to notice the title of my previous post, which had the full text of the song, you would understand that "this guy" was not referring to Mr. Folds, but rather the friend that was born again. Even if the means that he took to reach said status seems a little questionable to me, the elation that comes with being born again is great. I have experienced it once or twice in my life (especially in January 2005), so I can relate.


Anyway, essays, projects, and Christmas Fest concerts await me. As well as various people that I know will be in attendance on different nights.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

I kinda wish I were this guy

You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And there you stayed 'til morning came
And you were not the same after that
You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that

(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that

You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on
To it

You took the Word and made it heard
And eased the people's pain and for that
You were idolized, immortalized
And you were not the same after that

Walking tall, you'd bought it all
And you were not the same after that
Til someone died on the waterslide
And you were not the same after that

You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on
To it

(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(You were not the same)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)

You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on
You're hanging on

You're hanging on
You're hanging on

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"Not the Same" by Ben Folds

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Today's question

So what am I thankful for this year?

(The following list is far from exhaustive and in no order at all, except maybe how soon it comes to mind)

I'm home for thanksgiving for the first time in my seven years of going to an out-of-state school.

I went to Andie's for a good late lunch special today (that's right; turkey, stuffing, potatoes, pie and the works).

My parents and friends (duh).

My cat.

The fact I have a blog on which I can vent about stuff. ;-)

God (of course).

I only have three weeks of classes and finals until Christmas break.

I narrowly avoided some thugs on the street late last night when I was parking my car around midnight, and then decided to park elsewhere when I realized I might have to walk right by them. [They were gone after I drove around the neighborhood some more while looking for a new spot.]

Did I mention parents and friends?


How about you (whomever happens to read this)? How was your thanksgiving?

Friday, November 3, 2006

The road of life

Today was one of these days:

A thunderstorm is brewing right ahead of me.

What does it entail?

Heavy Rain

Thunder

Lightning

Hail

I drive right into it.


Life is refreshing.