So obviously, I spend a lot of time around modern pop music these days based on the fact that, well – I work where I work. Music is up in my face all day long. Over the last half of the year, it has been pretty eye-opening for me on a deeply personal level as an artist, and I find myself thinking a lot about musicianship, and audio quality in general, not necessarily centered around pure whole-package entertainment value, which seems to count for a lot these days.
But, Tumblr’s not a place for really intense thoughts about stuff like that. I will say this, though. When was the last time you really got down with an exceptional pair of headphones? I’m not even talking about the Beats by Dre cans. I’m talking completely isolated, immersed music listening – the kind of listening where you put on a set and you start actually fucking time-traveling because you hear EVERYTHING going on in that track?
Without the video? Just the theatre of the mind and nothing else?
That being said, this track has always been my jam. That’s right, I grew up in NYC in the 80′s and this song was totally my shit. It was everyone’s shit. Of course, this was way before I had my shit kicked in by the early 90′s and started making more informed music choices – but I still love this song. Why?
Music videos were a luxury back then – I honestly did not have MTV until I was a senior in college… I’m that serious. All I had then when Shannon’s “Give Me Tonight” came on was the radio was a tape deck, record button, and a freaking pack of Sony 60-minute cassettes, 30-minutes each side. I couldn’t even emotionally respond to the lyrical content (really crucial for me later in life) or make out the words because I was THAT young when I was first introduced to this song.
I just watched this video for the first time in my life. I got about halfway through and then I backgrounded it, started writing on Tumblr, and I’ve been listening to “Give Me Tonight” on repeat for maybe 20 minutes now. I’m listening to the track and letting it in, unconcerned with anything extraneous (like visuals), and I probably have a better idea of lyrical content now as a bonafide adult, but I’m paying no attention to that. Given that, I wonder what would happen if I just paid to go to a really expensive concert where showmanship was par for the course and didn’t use my eyes to look at the actual performance?