Saturday, June 03, 2006
Previews of a Future Marriage for Me?
Though I'm physically at home, sitting in a chair in front of a computer screen that is causing a glare with my glasses, mentally I'm not here. As I'm listening to one of my favorite online radio stations, I can't help but travel back to two.. maybe three... summers ago when I was in Seattle.
It was my last evening there and my cousins along with my brother and I had just returned from our weekend venture in Vancouver, Canada. I had been dying to receive a taste of the nightlight in Seattle. However, as my cousin and his wife (then girlfriend) told me there really wasn't much to it. While there was truth to it, there was potential with one stranger we met at a stop light. After an exchange in conversation we learned that he was headed to a party that his friend was putting together. He led us to what looked like a closed down store or perhaps an apartment building that was shut down. The building was all white and stood alone in the midst of block in downtown Seattle that had office buildings and perhaps stores on the opposite side of the street. Not knowing what to expect I stayed close between my two male protectors, my cousin and my brother.
Yet, as soon as we entered the building I felt this strange spirit take over. I left my cousin and my brother's side and took the lead as I walked closer to the back. When we first walked in everything was white. I vaguely remember seeing stairs that led to the upstairs portion, but other than that you had to walk straight back. It was in the back I felt at ease. A make shift living quarters had been established with a kitchen and a dinette/living area with plush furniture. Then off to the side there were another set of stairs that led to a downstairs area. Everything about the place seemed to be reminiscent of the setting for the play RENT. the place was harsh with its warehouse feel, but yet colorful enough for you to feel comfortable.
What we learned was that they guy giving the party lived there and often threw these house parties as part of the underground house music scene in Seattle. His parties are somewhat the after parties to the club scene there. I briefly met the guy who was this beautiful dark chocolate dreadloc bohemian. Unfortunately for us, we had arrived early as they were still setting things up. The guy told us that the party wouldn't get started until around midnight. It was only a little after 11 at the time.
What my cousins, my brother and I decided to do was leave and come back after midnight, but my brother, Chuck, and I were the only ones that were hyped about going back. My cousin Tony didn't care for it and Shar.. well I think she was just happy to be out of the house for a change since her work schedule really didn't call for her to have too much of a life in the evening.
When I think back to that evening, I often wonder about the "what ifs" if we had gone back. I know I would have fully enjoyed myself. I wish I would have insisted that we go back, but it was a missed opportunity.
Sometimes I get the feeling I should be doing something in music. Yet, I don't know what. I can't sing and while I can be poetic at times, it's not enough to sustain a lyric or two. I know a thing or two about playing the piano, but my lessons were cut short due to my instructor's busy schedule. I have always wanted to learn the violin, mainly because it's something that my grandmother on my father's side did. I've also wanted to take up the guitar, both acoustic and electric.
I live and breathe music. I know I've said this countless of times, but music is truly my air. Music is somewhat spiritual to me. Earlier this week as I was listening to my favorite tunes pumping through my IPOD, I was thinking how of all my senses, it would be a shame to loose my hearing. I don't know what I would do if I went deaf and could no longer hear music. I could handle being blind, because my imagination is so vivid I can easily make up something, but to loose my hearing...
I wish I knew what it is about music that has me so high strung on it. Maybe my writing is suppose to be geared towards the music industry. Maybe, my conscience isn't letting me rest lately because of the unfinished article I have dealing with the underground house music culture here in DC. Even a recent thought that keeps popping up caught me by surprise. Lately, I have been having thoughts about looking into becoming a volunteer radio personality at a local radio station. It's a listener supported station that plays a lot stuff you would not on a regular basis from a normal station. I would love to have a shot at being a personality for an "underground" setting such as what is presented on WPFW. After all, I'm the same chic that still has a cassette tape of when I did a whole radio show at 6 years old. I was the on air personality, the DJ, the commercial and even did a full blown concert with my Barbie and the Rockers doll collection. You can't tell me it's not destiny for me and music?!?!?!?!
LAF teases me sometimes because when I tell her about some of my dreams they all involve me in the midst of some party. If she only knew how soulful and how energized those parties are in my dreams. The parties usually celebrate some type of "coming out" and they are always filled with nothing but people dancing to that disco deep dub, drum and bass, Masters at Work latin flavor, NYC Shelter groove, BuzzinFly UK dub, and all that is in between.
I wish I had this all figured out, the connection with me and music. After all, it's my brothers and my sister who are the musical geniuses with their singing and composing selves. My father use to tease and say that we should have been the Browne 5, modeled after the Jacksons. That would have been interesting.
Posted by KomplexPhemale ::
10:04 PM ::
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