I was at a BU party with some friends. We didn’t really know anybody, it was a friend of a friend situation and somehow I had become designated “friend-maker” for the evening; which is not promising, seeing as my friend making skills consist of cornering one person and explaining one thing, any thing, to them at great length.
This should never be my job, but there I was doin my awsome flail-dace as my friends sat on the couch. They half smiled, I can only imagine they were trying to decide weather they were more uncomfortable not knowing anyone, or knowing me.
Eventually I sat down next to Zac on the couch (what? You don’t wanna dance with me an these awesome girls grinding?). When- miracle of miracles- the cheap dub-step-knock-off ceased and I hear “If I could be anything in the world that flew, I would be a bat and come swooping after you”
Halfway through the first line I was on my feet, I shot up. I was like a primal jungle beast. I was singing along and hopping up to the boy who put on the Lou Reed before I could even put a name to what I was hearing. It just felt good, like it had been there all along in my bones.
It was beautiful. The guy was totally game (if not a bit weary of my friendliness) and submitted to a sing-along complete with hand gestures. James being a recent convert to Lou is right there, gettin most all of the lyrics like a champ. The song ends and I go to put on another Lou, possibly I Am So Free, I can’t remember because this moment was mared for me by a bitch.
Yes, a party bitch.
“Put on some Lady Gaga” comes a whine from over my shoulder.
“what?” I say
“Put on some Lady Gaga” the girl ostensibly receiving higher education brays.
“No!” I say, happy to give a lesson “If you wanna go dance sex-bending glam, you have to start with the roots! you have to do some Reed!”
But I realize I am addressing a wall.
“I don’t care, put on Lil’ Wayne then or *insert top 40 artist*, I just wanna hear a song…”
And she really didn’t care, as evidenced by her selection on Destiny’s Child.
Now while I didn’t “almost scrap with her” as James will point out, Zac described it to me that way I think because he wanted to make me feel good. And it did, so that is how I choose to remember this interaction, because music is worth fighting for. Or over.
Now, as I happily envision beating up this girl, sitting on her, and forcing her to listen to my diatribe about the musical evolution of Reed to Gaga I wonder if I am over reacting, and what mental illness could have made me like?
My Diagnosis: Audiophilia.
I just love music too much.
While this anecdote has little to do with music, I tell it in the hopes that it lends me some credibility at least in the passion department as I endeavor to write for you dear reader about this thing that I love so much in an honest, fresh,and insightful way. So hello! I’m Arianna, I love music and words, and this is my blog!
I would love to encourage musicians or bands (if not you, tell your friends) I would love to review your show or album! You may not be signed, but feedback and googleability are always a plus!
PS Lady Gaga herself describes herself as a performer rather than a musician so SUCK IT BEEZE