The beginning

Why did I choose to do this kind of blog?  Before high school, I would of never thought of writing about music.  My music teacher didn't just want us playing instruments, he wanted us to be able to understand music to a deeper degree, to be able to fully enjoy it.  He made us write these music journals, my first one wasn't all htat good, but by the second one I was really getting into music.  Here's a sample from my second music journal:

Friday November 19th, 2010; 11:00am
The Prophet’s song ~ QUEEN

The image.  There are multiple reasons that I can love a song, this song was always capable of creating an image in my mind.  It has a vivid story.  In middle school I started to get interested in classical rock, so my father would (and still does) lend me his cds.  I remember having the cd A Night at the Opera for a long time, listening over and over again to the songs, but mostly The Prophet’s Song.

I’d lie down in my bed and close my eyes, I picture in my mind the song’s story, for as I said; it has a vivid story behind its lyrics.  I don’t yet understand why I feel as if I have a connection to this song.  This song has nothing to do with my life.  I imagine the song takes place in completely different era than the one we live in.  The world is in the state of a near tragedy, poverty is everywhere, and people are barely surviving.  Almost like hell on earth, but not quite yet.  A prophet comes around talking about a nearing tragedy, worse than the one that is already around.  He asks the people to follow him for salvation. (Not all the lyrics included)

Beware the storm that gathers here
Listen to the wise man
For soon the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand
Death all around around around around
Listen to the wise listen to the wise listen to the wise
Listen to the wise listen to the wise man
Listen to the man listen to the man listen to the man listen
to the mad man
God gave you grace to purge this place
And peace all around may be your fortune
Oh oh children of the land
Love is still the answer take my hand
The vision fades a voice I hear
Listen to the madman!
But still I fear and still I dare not
Laugh at the madman!

The Prophet was right in the end, but the people chose not to listen.  They thought him not wise, but mad.  But they couldn’t just sit back and laugh at him, they were too scared.  As I said, this took place in a different era in mind, and the Prophet was not mad.  He was right; the era this took place was the depression, right after WW1, and right before WW2.