One aspect of my life

If there’s one thing in my life I can’t do without, it’s music. I’m sure that’s fairly cliché due to the fact that everyone enjoys calm days, lounging on their sofa with a drink, a cool breeze, and having the soundtrack of their lives playing softly to accentuate the mood. Just that brief description probably sent you onto some exotic island like a clip from a Corona commercial; for me things are a tad bit different. I am completely and utterly enamored with the idea of music. This love of music is the reason that I can enjoy just about any tune that a friend plays and spaz quietly over the harmonic textures and the hints of counterpoint here and there that occasionally accent pop arrangements from the Top 50’s billboard charts. Because of this, I can’t help but involve myself in the creation and edification of musical ideas no matter how abstract. To accent this point, I submit to you a group by the name of Death Grips. Now right off the bat, I’m sure you’re sitting there with some preconceived idea about how this group will sound. You’re anticipating some kind of hardcore screaming and lyrics that tip toe the lines of Satanism and demon worship and in that since you’d only be half right. Death Grips is an experimental rap group from the west coast that sounds, “Brutal, bodacious, ugly like twisted-metal, obnoxious as a shot-out kneecap, completely barmy.” Crazy, right? In case you’re still afraid then allow me to try and ease your mind. The frontman, Flatlander, raps about dystopias and divine retribution (you know, typical Sunday sermons) to the sounds of complete and utter chaos typically found in hard rock/electronica. It’s completely awesome to me, yet juxtaposed to the mellow and calming sounds of Nujabes.