Another Sunday, and I'm getting ready to go to face another week. One of the biggest things that helps me get through my weeks, and not kill anyone, or myself, is the escape I get in movies, books and music.
Ever since I was young, I loved music. I took piano lessons when I was young, and played the trombone in band. I really wish I had had the foresight to stick with the piano. I stopped taking lessons when my parents got divorced and I moved. I so admire anyone with the talent to play an instrument.
I had always been into movies, too, but my love for them really took off when I started working at a movie theater in high school and college. I loved watching them, and tried to see as many as I could. When I wasn't in class or working, you could often find me at the theater anyway, watching a flick or just hanging out. I'd love to be back in that business...unfortunately, the pay is shit, and theaters are kind of a dying breed. Hell, I don't even go to see movies much anymore. I have a pretty decent setup at home, and can enjoy the experience as much from my house.
One thing that always kind of bugs me are those people that are entertainment 'snobs.' I have some favorite genres and bands, but I really do dig a lot of very different things. I'm pretty easy, I think...I want to be moved. Tell me a story that transports me. Teach me something. Play your instruments or sing with passion. As long as those things are happening, I can be hooked. Doesn't matter if it's a love story or horror, country or bluegrass or metal, fiction or non-fiction, draw me in. I don't get all that hung up on the production value, or whether this band sounds like that one, etc....I'm not a critic, I'm a consumer.
Thank God for those things that draw me away, and drag me into another world, even if it's for just a couple minutes at a time.
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