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November 20, 2005
Gambol
Though dance music is always a staple constituent in all the places where I find myself spending any significant amount of time there are certainly periods where it is more prevalent than others. Late fall seems to be the utmost saturation of this particular variety with my appetite expanding to encompass the groggy throes of early morning up until the latent energy that accompanies the midnight hour with my late-night sessions in front of the decks.
As with anything important in my life I am always trying to define my affections for the medium, not just in its sound but, also in the craft of its presentation and the common traits among its fans. I am very hung up on choice in my life with a particular emphasis placed on questioning my natural desires towards certain things; wondering if the surrender to their appeal is a benefit or a curse. My whole unbending infatuation with house music is different, however, with my joy for the craft being purely instinctual. Certainly from an intellectual perspective it would be considered a lower art-form compared to those groups that align themselves with the sounds of Mozart, Theolinus Monk and Dave Matthews (though I am somewhat of a casual fan of all three).
It is simply that when I hear it my spirits are lifted and that heady feeling of surrender to instinct effortlessly blossoms. I don't want to dive head-first into a nature/nuture debate over the subject of ones draw to a particular style of music, I think I'll just take comfort in that this joy exists and is so easily accessed by, as Jesse used to say, 'just pressing the play button'.
Posted by Jon at November 20, 2005 05:56 PM