The Moment I Got into Music
Last night I was sitting around with Steven, Antnee, and Brandon at the Waegook. These guys are some of my favourites. When we’re together it’s just a real good time. Always hilarious, and always interesting. We were talking about our first albums, and such.
I managed to pinpoint the moment at which I really got into music.
In elementary school going towards gr. 7 I listened to the regular pop stuff that we all listened to. I was into Ace of Base, BoysIImen, Jodeci, and such.
But it was one summer afternoon, I was in the van with my brother driving down Major Mackenzie Road towards Leslie st., likely headed to the highway. We’d just left our house and he pops in a tape and says to me “Listen to this guitar in the start of the song. It sounds so amazing.” He pops in the tape causing a chain reaction of magnetic pulses, and electric currents, converted into movement of a membrane causing the air to vibrate, and send a familiar hiss into my ear. And then it begins.
And he was right. The guitar did sound amazing.
Come as you are.