on dreams and rock and roll
You know how sometimes you think – I wish I had amazing dreams to follow? Or maybe you think – God, I have such awesome dreams to follow. In which case, you’re probably much further ahead in the game of life than me.
I went to a rock show the other night of my friend’s new band The Kettles. They’re really tight musically – they have this cool rock and roll sound, avoiding that soundalike rockband curse with real singer-songwriter type vocals and (something that is WAY too often lacking) musicians who are just really really good at playing their instruments. They were playing their own songs in this little bar (The Central! So many good bands play at the Central!) and even though it was only their second show, everyone I talked to all night was saying how good they were and how impressive they sounded. Everyone was won over.
That’s the cool thing about watching other people have dreams, right? They work hard and really practice and devote themselves to something and then IT ACTUALLY PAYS OFF. Maybe not with immediate Grammys or the cover of Rolling Stone (or Pitchfork? Or whatever is cool for kids these days?), but at least with that feeling of getting to do the thing you wanted to do, and do it well, and have a bit of recognition for it.
This is why it’s important to have dreams. This is why when we say WE DON’T HAVE DREAMS, it’s particularly discouraging – because for all my cynical, jaded WHATEVER I DON’T WANT TO TRY LET’S WATCH TV attitude, I really do believe that if you want something and you work hard at it, the universe will eventually provide validation.
(I promise to come back to tumblr when I’m bitter and 45 with a dream that never came true and disprove this – but for now, I kind of believe in dreams. And I really want to find one.)