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Notes is a spoken word piece, speaking to those that forget the importance of music. As I’ve grown older, I’ve noticed people around me pay less and less attention to music in their lives; the passion for art and music dissipates over the years. When I was younger and I’d play a song I’d worked on for someone, they’d really pay attention to it. They’d find parts that they liked or disliked and give me real feedback on it. However, now, many times when I play something for someone, I can tell the passion for it is gone. They tell me “sounds good” or “I like it”, but I can tell they barely even registered listening to it.
So Notes is a piece that specifically speaks to these people who have forgotten what soul is. They spend so much time planning their lives that they forget about the things they enjoy about living in the first place.
As to the lack of music in Notes, I thought it was interestingly ironic to speak prose about those that forget the value of music without the accompaniment of music at all.
For those that forget the music,
I play these notes for you.
To speak to you and ask you
who you are
and where you came from
Let me introduce myself
I am your soul
the part of you that remembers why
you had that headache the other night.
Why you like the color green
For pain, there’s aspirin
For healing, there’s the note
speaking blindly from a little spot
that makes you tap your foot when you hear a beat that makes your heartshake in the space between the skip, skip, skipping record.
Ok, you weren’t listening.
Press the back button and really pay attention this time.
Sometimes you might be reminded
why you spent all that money on tickets and disks
prisms
The routine is the routine and even the passion is lost in the space between stations
as you turn that radio knob to find just the right sound
But there’s always that one sound
the one that moves you when you least expect it.
When you’re standing at the grocery store you hear it on the overhead speakers
With the bitter beer and the jockey spins into your next selection
When shuffle drops the right card on the river and you’re taken off
to remember who you are
and where you came from.
For those that forget the music,
I play these notes for you.

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Based on a work at chilljam.com.
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