Gushing after a whole lot of coffee...

This is definitely not something I usually do, but I really feel the need to (granted, it's 12:34 AM, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.).

I just got back from seeing the film It Might Get Loud.

So.

Utterly.

Fantastic.




I could go on for hours about this, but I won't. Granted, I know very little about the details of music, but I think I can safely say I know a lot about emotion.

I'll just say that it was amazing to see three different perspectives on what rock music is, was, and could be. Three totally different interpretations of the soul.

Jimmy Page, the God of guitar, talking about his early beginnings, his bow, the Yardbirds, Stairway. Even as someone as old as my grandparents, he can still rock that guitar (oh, why did you have to age!!).

Seeing the way the Edge (U2, in case you were wondering) works with his guitar and sound alterations was fantastic, especially because they are so different than any other band that popped out of the 80's.

I especially enjoyed Jack White (possibly because I'm working on a portrait/caricature of him right now), who seems to be a collector of the old. It's nice to see an appreciation for things that may be considered useless throw-aways. He puts old recording devices, pianos, guitars and an array of broken and altered instruments to good use. How inspiring to hear someone say that they like things that are broken, so they can battle with them, and push them to the next level.

So the neck on your guitar is bent, or in my case my paintbrush might be a little stiff, you make it work, and you make it work for you. You find where your soul lies and you run with it, and you don't let anyone take you away from that.

"I heard George Harrison say the Beatles used to go to see Blackpool lights. What is that? A different place all together? I'm in the right place at the wrong time? That's how I feel every day." - Jack White III

Signing off- Love you all.

Sorrento