The Music of Metavari (@metavari)- An essential addition to your collection
I am not a musician. I don’t understand how to compose music or play music… I can’t critique it based on it’s technical aspect. But I am a voracious consumer and lover of music, and from that point of view, I can offer some high praise for Metavari’s album “Be One of Us and Hear No Noise,” which was just gifted to me by a friend.
I first heard Metavari’s music a few weeks ago at Fortissimo and I was blown away and moved in a way I haven’t been moved in awhile by music. I am pretty sure I made a fool of myself by gushing about it to band member Nate Utesch in the hallway after the show. I just couldn’t help myself.
Yesterday, I had a very busy and inspiring day. By the time it ended at 10pm, I was beat physically, emotionally and mentally. And then, I received Metavari’s album. Driving home, I popped it in and was instantly transported to another place- serene, but also energized; one of those experiences with music where you feel in the music and surrounded by the music and propelled by the music. And then again this morning… I felt like I was dragging a bit, still worn out from the night before. I was greeted by Metavari when I turned on my car and it lifted the fatigue.
In that moment, it hit me- the album is the perfect life soundtrack. There’s no other way for me to describe it. I can imagine it being my companion on my daily bike rides, during my morning routine, on my way to work, while I am working- appropriate for all times and places and circumstances of my life as it is right now. The great enhancer of all experiences- that is what the album is for me.
Thank you Metavari. I know you didn’t make it for me, but it sure feels like it.
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For my 30 and older friends. I can’t relate to all of it- I’ve always had a remote for the TV and a microwave, but someone sent this to me today and it gave me a good laugh.
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning…. Uphill… Barefoot…BOTH ways. yadda, yadda, yadda
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, I was not going to lay a bunch of junk like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they have it!
But now that I’m over the ripe old age of thirty, I can’t help but look around and notice the youth of today. You’ve got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a stinking Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don’t know how good you’ve got it!
When I was a kid, we didn’t have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves… in the card catalog!!
There was no email!! We had to write somebody a freaking letter - with a pen! Then we had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!
Child Protective Services didn’t care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all of my friends also had permission to kick our butts!
There were no MP3’s or Napsters or iTunes. If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!
Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We’d play our favorite tape and “eject” it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless.
We didn’t have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal.
There weren’t any cell phones either. If we left the house, we just didn’t make or receive a call. We had to be out of touch with our friends. Think of the horror… not being in touch with someone 24/7.
And we didn’t have Caller ID either. When the phone rang, we had no idea who it was. It could be our school, our parents, our boss, our bookie, our drug dealer, the collection agent… we just didn’t know. We had to pick it up and take our chances!
We didn’t have PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics. We had the Atari 2600 with games like ‘Space Invaders’ and ‘Asteroids.’ Our screen guy was a little square! We actually had to use our imagination. And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen… Forever! And we could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until we died! Just like LIFE!
We had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on. We also didn’t have remote controls. We had to get off our butt and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!!
There was no Cartoon Network either! We could only watch cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I’m saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons.
And we didn’t have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that!
And our parents told us to stay outside and play… all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if we came back inside… we were doing chores!
And car seats - oh, please! Mom threw us in the back seat and we hung on. If we were lucky, we got the “safety arm” across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if our head hit the dashboard, well that was our fault for calling “shot gun” in the first place!
See! That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You’re spoiled rotten! You wouldn’t have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!