I joined the Echelon community and have been trying to be a good member of the street team but there is not one, offically, in Utah. Sometimes I feel this place is a musical wasteland where if you do not listen to country you do not count. I do my best by promoting the band's video's and such on my facebook and other social networking sites. I have never had this sort of medium to help a band out, in the old days it was just buy the vinyl and concert tickets to support. I feel like I want to promote what moves me and now I can do so. Their CD This is War is fantastic. I have listened to it so much that I know the words to the songs and sing them aloud in my truck as I head here and there. I have been dragging my friends heads down to my headphones saying, check this out. They humor me, but they love their country music and that is fine. Music is music. The reason there is so many different kinds out there is so that the music can speak to the individual. Seems to me to be a lot like religion: there are so many so that we all may find our path to God/Goddess/Higher Power/Universe. It is all a way for us to connect to that light within.
I do stop and wonder at my level of obsession. I thought about how many 'rock stars' I have met over the years as a hardcore groupie and I realized I had gotten over the 'thrill' a long time ago. I really had no desire to meet anyone....until now. Right now the chance to meet them is in my face but I am not thinking it will happen. The New Year's Eve show in Las Vegas has Golden Tickets left but they are pricey. To me it is worth it, to others it is not and after a year of Mexican Riviera cruises and Disneyland, to take off for another monster trip to Vegas is tough to justify.
I waffle back and forth, do I want to tarnish the image I have in my head of these people or should I just hang out at home, listening to the music and day dreaming how they would even react to little ol' me.
Touring non-stop throughout the world, taking on every stress that has to come at them fast and hard, I am sure they are not warm and fuzzy at the meet and greets. Not that they do not care about those fans who do come to see them, but they are tired, thinking of home or thinking of getting on stage to do what they were born to do.
Do I envy a rockstar? No. I would not want their fast paced life. I like the background, I like to be the instrument in hand to make things happen. Such as writing the script, the lyrics, the poem.
Do I appreciate them? Of course. I appreciate the baring of their souls to bring to us the ills or joys of the world. To give us the pathway to see the world through their eyes, which in turn may open our own.
Music is life. Every moment of every day music rains down upon us. So many miss the symphony of the day that I feel pity. Each leaf rustling, the wind howling, the click of a car door down the road, the sound of a train whistle in the distance, these things all come together to create the music of life. So many do not stop to listen, they do not hear our world singing to us every moment of every day. Even the clicking of my fingers upon these keys while I type this is a chours of joy as I am able to pour out my words.
I put my vibration out to the Universe that perhaps someday I will stand before my soul friends, Jared, Shannon, and Tomo, and can properly thank them for their sacrifice to me so that I may hear the world through their souls. And I hope that they will hear me as a voice but something tells me that they will. They listen as well as they sing.
Thanks 30 Seconds to Mars
Whatever you are, be the best * Abraham Lincoln
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