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College Essay, comments appreciated!
|College Essay, comments appreciated!|
12/18/09 at 12:33 AM by WakeUpBlondie
|First and foremost, please excuse my rather Gonzo Journalistic writing style. I believe writing is from the heart and soul, not from some artificial thought instilled in the brain that encourages the writer to succumb to the acceptance of a reviewer.|
Every person has a figure that he or she idolizes to the extent of obsession or infatuation, which ultimately leads to inspiration. For some it is a fad of their era; perhaps a boy band, a video game, a movie, or a transient figure. For others, itís something that has been programmed into their brain to influence every action of their daily life. Itís something that canít go unmentioned for more than an hour and more-or-less defines this person. In short, this person is a loss for words for this Ďfigure.í
A group of six average Joe-Schmoeís from New Jersey formed a band in 1997 called Thursday. To say theyíre my favorite band, or put meaning in my life, is an enormous understatement. Trough wearing Thursday T-shirts, schools essays, and countless hours of intense musical discussion, I have attempted to conjure up my obsession, to say the least, with this band. It has yet to happen; I keep emphasizing my often un-gatherable proclamations about Thursday.
I guess I could trace it back to the reason why human beings listen to music; a form of art. I have no degree in music theory, I have no Grammy, Iím only seventeen. With this being said, I only have a birdís eye view of music appreciation, but I can offer you this: The heart of music is love. Oh, such an ambiguous term, but isnít love the epitome of emotion? I think it is. Youíre probably asking yourself, what do music and love have in common? Everything. I believe love is something more powerful than you, something youíre willing to die for and canít fully comprehend. Thatís Thursday for me, which is why Iím at a loss for words.
Date back to circa 2003, Thursday is a veteran of infamous Victory Records and has shaped the Do-It-Yourself music scene and is a near household name. Iím an innocent sixth grader, still caught in the trance of girls and newfound appreciation of Playstation. At the time, I thought the extent of music was a turn of the radio dial to turn on the new Britney Spears song. My then 15-year-old brother popped in a CD called Full Collapse. The band is Thursday and the first song is ďUnderstanding in a Car Crash.Ē My life was changed; I knew this was something life-altering. This wasnít like the new Backstreet Boys song I just heard, this wasnít a new experience; it was something unexplainable. Before this day, I thought music was a time-passer, or another cheap source of entertainment. I thought the extent of its purpose was so cause a finger tap or a smile; I was far from being right. My life was completely reconstructed after hearing this song. Emotional intensity in music was an far-off thought, let alone in general.
I was met my Geoff Ricklyís honest, raw voice in this sacred track. Here was a guy who crawled out of a near poverty in NoWheresVille, New Jersey and was singing about relatable, down-to-earth issues. I had this preconceived notion that music was this glamorized aspect of the media; Mr. Rickly proved me wrong. He sang about what was actually going on in his life, and sharing his happiness, sorrow, angst, and countless other emotions with the world.
Fast forward to 2005. Thursday combined these three forms of art into a neatly-bound CD for me called War All The Time, released in 2003. Keep in mind I was Thirteen years old and possessed something that would influence me for the rest of my life. Music more or less defines me as a person, and this would not have come about if it werenít for this band. Tearing down all clichťs, stigmas, and pressure in the music industry, these guys orchestrated to me the meaning of music. No effects, no voice auto-tune, no egos, no reality TV shows; just honesty. A raw guitar over a pitter-pattering drum set with a thumping bass got me sold to the instrumentals of this band. However, singer Geoff Ricklyís angelic voice and message combined with these basic instruments somehow caused a revelation. His smooth, almost meditative voice laments his struggles, as well as exclaims his joys, leaving the listener with a multitude of possibilities. At the appropriate times, his scream, more of an angst-filled-voice, brings out the emotion that is neglected too much in the mainstream; intensity, passion, etc. These Ďscreamsí are emotional highlights to the song; they bring out his pain, his happiness, alive to the listener in 3D form.
How this Ďfigureí has influenced me? In a nutshell, these six guys are the reason why I write, listen to music, play music, and appreciate life. I dabbled with guitar, writing, and singing for years; Thursday was that reassurance I needed. Iíve been through a lot In my life, but Iím trying to keep it short. Weíll just say Iíve had more than my fair share of upís and downís, struggles, and triumphs, all of which have led me to be the person I am today. Getting past the idea of Thursday, or what they represent, and getting onto their lyrics and music, I started to really write and compose music because of them. Spanning topics from hopelessness to happiness, from womenís rights to war controversy, and from ideas about the future to a friendís suicide, Thursday stressed the versatility writing encompasses. No matter how significant or trivial a thought is; itís worth recording. I beat around ideas of journaling here and there but never had the courage to act on it. After hearing something as powerful as Full Collapse, Iíd be an idiot to no recreate this feeling for myself. Since then, no matter what, I have jotted down strands of words here and there, compiled into hundreds of pages. They explain my past, where I come from, and why Iím here. If it werenít for these journals, I would make the same mistakes over and over again, and I would remain sedentary and have a lack of direction. Thursday gave me that direction, that spark of motivation, that reason for getting up for another day.