I have talked about it before in The Joan Jett Denied. I have a weakness for the rocker chick who can for lack of a better, less lame phrase tear it up. When I see a girl musician, any musician really, but especially a rocker chick, I want to get lost in their music. I don’t want to it be overly done. I don’t want it to be overly rehearsed. I don’t want it to be plastic or whatever the music version of SEO’d up is. I want to physically see the musician completely get lost in their piece of music to the point where they and the music are one piece of beautiful art, and they are exposing themselves raw to the audience.
My son this past weekend went to an audition for a state band thing. I am a former musician, and being pretty decent myself back in the day I know what a good audition music is supposed to sound like. I had a really hard time listening to him practice the night before because quite frankly he hadn’t learned the music well enough. Sure he practiced, but he hadn’t practiced to the point in which he was what I knew to be acceptable enough to get into an audition only band. Today he found out that he hadn’t gotten into the band and was pretty disappointed.
When I asked him why he thought he hadn’t gotten into the band he said in a sullen 13-year-old way, “I don’t know. Luck?”
I spent the next 30 minutes explaining to him what good music was supposed to sound like. I finally ended up with, “You have to practice the music to the point that when you are playing the music, you don’t even realize that there are notes making up the piece.” Good music creates a feeling, tells a story, paints an image, brings up a memory, etc. When you hear something that you think is good music, you aren’t thinking about the notes any more. You are having a moment. Each song is a moment in time that adds dimension to your life.
And to me that is perhaps the one of the top five feelings in the world I love to have.
That is why I introduced my kids to what I consider real music instead stupid kiddie music. That is why they both are required to do some sort of music along with all of their sports. And that is why I watch shows like the Voice with my kids. Most of the people on the voice have good voices, but few transport you. Every once in a while, however, you hear a musician go to that place that pulls something out of you, and it makes it worth getting passed all of the others.
Tonight among the talented pop stars, an awesome country singer, a mariachi singer that gave it all he had, came Amanda Brown. She sang Aerosmith’s Dream On. Honestly that song never really took me to the surreal emotional place that certain music does. I like the song, but yeah…it never took me to that place. And then Amanda Brown belted it out in a way that only a rocker chick can.
When she finished there was a brief silence in our living room, and then my 10-year-old daughter stood up, her eyes glistening, her body practically vibrating, and she yelled fists pumping in the air, “YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” as if she were a transported into a much older body of a grown women metal head who was attending a wickedly loud, incredibly awesome rock concert.
Rocker chicks man. Sometimes they’re hard to find, but they’re always easy to recognize. And sometimes they’re standing in your very own living room living in the body of a very funny 10-year-old.
Amanda Smith’s Version of Dream On Found on You Tube
Kelly Kinkaid enjoys writing about such topics as stretching a dollar, personal finance, diet and fitness, and living a life well lived. She spends all of her spare time in her many roles including but not limited to soccer, basketball, swimmer, band, and piano mom, runner and wife. You may contact her via e-mail kellyology(at)gmail(dot)com.