I have too many birthday posts already, but this is a very, very important one.
Happy Birthday Kurt Cobain, frontman of Nirvana who died at the age of 27. He would’ve been 45 today.
Nirvana were a band that inspired millions, changed people’s lives; for the better. I wanted to take the time out to thank Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic for creating such weird and wonderful music.
RIP Kurt Cobain; may your legacy of great imagination live on and change the lives of this earth forever.
As always, there will be mistakes. This is my attempt at “Plug in Baby” by Muse, rated one of the best riffs of all time. I thought I’d give it a go and try and get some feedback for it which would be, as my friend says, muy appreciated!
My cover of the beginning riff:
The original song:
It’s a great thing to have, yet something we don’t all have it. If you know me, you’ll know that I’m incredibly lazy. But recently I have become more and more determined, in one thing. In my guitar. I’m determined to play well. Some say you need to be a natural at it to be in a successful band, and I know that I’m not a natural in anything. You can work this out by “Gifted and Talented” courses given out to “gifted” people in schools. I never got one. I felt like pure, utter shit. Was I really that useless?
I probably was. But watching videos, a maximum of two hours guitar practice a day; it’s all heading forwards. Not backwards, not any-more. I have no idea what to do with my life, especially because I took subjects at school which I hate. When exams are over, I’ll be flying ahead in my musically bizarre world, away from anyone that can hurt me. I will be one of those people who were known for being musically gifted, not academically gifted. I’ll show my school(s) that they were wrong. Hopefully, I can put an end to Gifted and Talented, because many more than just me felt like they were putting their education to waste knowing that they weren’t on these courses. You know what they were? They were hell. Not for the people selected, but for the people who weren’t.
For all of you out there who genuinely wants to make good of themselves; congratulations. I salute you from every way possible.
How do I live, without the ones I love? My thoughts wondered. This moment was so unreal, that I could not accept that it had happened. It hadn’t happened. And yet it had.
Her body lay there, next to the car. Her circular face was perfect, straight curves and pale skin. She looked so peaceful.
I crawled to her on my knees, my skin scraping against the hard concrete. I touched her face. Her skin felt so smooth, so untouched. I wiped the cracked glass from her face and looked her in those golden brown eyes. Those eyes in which I knew so well, now snatched from me and stolen. Something I could never get back.
“Kaya” I said simply, my voice trembling. There was no reply. “Kaya, please talk to me.” The silence that followed was haunting. My whole world spun, I could hear my blood rushing through me. Her skin was as cold as mine.
“Kaya, I love you” The words tumbled from my mouth. “Kaya, please, you can’t leave me,” Words were leaving my mouth fast now, it was uncontrollable. I had to tell her how I felt. “Kaya, you’re beautiful. You’re amazing, you’re funny and warm and kind, you’re clever and athletic and talented; you’re everything I could want. Please Kaya, don’t be so godamn selfish!” Tears I held back now sprawled across my cheeks, I let them fall. The world was nothing without her.
I screamed at her, shouted and yelled, all the words I felt. The bad words I said, the good words, they all followed, one after the other. Forever awaiting a reply, yet never receiving.
I stayed next to her until I felt a hard grasp on my shoulders, forcing me backwards. They let go of me, and watched me fall, until my head reached the stone floor. My head crashed violently against it, making me feel dizzy. But I got up, running straight for Kaya; and that’s when I heard it.
At first I stopped, the back of my mind realising a loud sound had occurred. I turned around, and saw everyone was watching me, not chasing, but watching. I found it considerably harder to walk, but stumbled to her, and collapsed lying next to her.
Then the pain arrived.
It wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t like what I had seen in movies, it was calmer. It wasn’t agonisingly painful, what was worse was knowing I failed my task; protecting Kaya. It was like a needle prick, but deeper and more consistent.
I brushed the hair out of her face, and looked at her. With a last breath, I whispered one thing.
It’s funny how a single piece of metal can end a life. It’s funny how it ended mine.
She closed her eyes. She could hear the roar of the crowd, like a wave crashing on rocks. They clapped in a sort of symphony, mimicking each other and laughing when they got it wrong. They screamed her name, again and again, desperately calling for her.
She stood poised, and raised her arms above her head, bringing them tumbling down against her sides. The wind it created gave her peace of mind.
Her heart rattled in her ribcage, threatening to burst. She could hear the blood pulsing through her body, a dull, repetitive sound that sounded ugly to her. She wished it would stop.
Then she opened her eyes. People were rushing around, checking the amplifiers and guitars. Lights flashed green and red on the dashboard; and then it was time.
“It’s time!” Her band-mate called. Collecting her thoughts, she began to walk. Stiff movements that eventually became a steady motion, each band member walking in turn behind her. They turned through the corridors, as rehearsed. The walk seemed long, although it was only brief in her lost reality.
Then they reached the final door. The man at the door checked her microphone, and nodded, quickly adding “You’re good to go,”. They tumbled out the door, and the crowd went crazy.
“Heeee-llo, Wembley!” She roared.
– Please note, this was both inspired on Janet’s poem (see recommended pages) and Muse.
“Exogenesis is a 13 minute in total orchestrated piece of music by my favourite band, Muse. I restrain myself from calling this piece a song, because it is more than that. “
I wrote this post whilst listening to the songs in order, non-stop. I had to write quickly and in time, and if there are any mistakes, do tell!
Part One; Overture
It starts with a floating, gentle violin sound, with a soft drumming in the background. The violin leads the song, for me, through waves. It’s like the song is climbing to its hight. And eventually it reaches the top, the violins change pitch and form, and begin an entirely new concept. The drumming increases, until, Matt Bellamy’s falsetto voice kicks in in a simple, beautiful melody. Eventually, we are led through the waves, and we reach the point where we jump off the height we have reached, and we’re falling. A simple, synth guitar and effects, all the time the violin is leading us through, and then you’re falling, through the clouds, until you stop. The ending is quite abrupt, like a shock.
Part Two; Cross-Pollination
It begins with a simple, beautiful piano melody, and a quiet echoing of violin. This part is the quieter part, like whoever is listening is waiting for something to happen, and we’re unsure. “The edge of all our fears”, this dramatic lyric is added and until “we are counting on you, it’s up to you”. It feels like people are depending on you, and then kicks in with an explosive synth guitar, a constant drumming beat and “we know you can never return!”. This describes life so precisely, so densely, yet in one sentence. And eventually, Matt stops singing, and continues his piano melody, a distinctive, beautiful piece which you find yourself humming along to, unintentionally. It all goes quiet, and feels like everything has gone dark.
Part Three; Redemption
Part three begins, with yet another simple piano form. Changing pitches and creating a calm atmosphere. When you hear this piece, you drift off into another dimension; Muse’s dimension, filled with beauty and sanity, where everything is good. Not perfect, but good. It makes you sigh, and dream that these places exist and can be real. The violin begins, slow, and in eased bars, it seems like the “temperature is rising”. The music becomes faster, and faster until we reach our height, accompanied by measured drumming, and Matt’s voice seems to make your heart ache, asking the question we all want to know “Why can’t we start it all over, again?”. A constant statement, yet so inspirational. “We’ll get it right, it’s our last chance, to forgive ourselves”. This is almost like humanity has lost, and want forgiveness. It’s their last chance, and if they don’t change now, it will all be too late. Once this is over, the piano becomes the main feeling in this song, playing the floating melody we all come to love. It ends, and we are left with silence. A pure, golden silence only to be treasured.
|“||[“Exogenesis: Symphony”] is influenced by Rachmaninov, Richard Strauss, Chopin and Pink Floyd. It looks at the concept of ‘panspermia‘. It is a story of humanity coming to an end and everyone pinning their hopes on a group of astronauts who go out to explore space and spread humanity to another planet. Part 1 is a jaded acceptance that civilization will end. Part 2 is a desperate hope that sending the astronauts to find and populate other planets will be successful alongside the recognition that this is the last hope. Finally, Part 3 is when the astronauts realize that it is just one big cycle, and recognize that unless humanity can change it will happen all over again.||”|