I'm (re)starting college this month. I'm signed up for a music appreciation class. I actually took (and failed) a very similar class in 8th grade. The teacher was a bitch, and after "the breaking point" she sat me down and said "music just isn't your thing".
The breaking point I referred to was the moment my life began.
It was another average day, filled with her bullshit "I'm hungover because I'm an 'artist' " lesson plan. I, as usual, didn't give a shit what she thought of music (and when I wasn't 'resting my eyes' I was gladly obliging her with verbal confirmation of that feeling).
Anyways, she loved pop quizzes, where you had to identify the different parts of the song (verse, chorus, etc), and I was damn near asleep as she cued the needle to a track i'd never heard. It was the album version of The Beatle's "Let it be". I couldn't care less.
About 2 minutes into it, the organ part kicks in, and I assume with passing interest that the song is ending. In a moment that lasted both an eternity and a nanosecond, I heard George Harrison kick that (rather pussy, otherwise) song into a gear that I didn't know was even possible.
I was absolutely transfixed, for the first and last time of my middle school career. My "quiz" answer sheet looked rougly like this:
1. Not the solo
2.THE SOLO!
3. Not the solo
As she was giving me the awkward teacher-student-breakup-getthefuckout lecture, I made sure NOT to let her know that for once in her teaching career, she actually facilitated an appreciation for music.
You can hear the song (the good version, not the pussy radio version) at the link below. P.s. it has the worst 'video' ever, but you're not going to be listening with your eyes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEogJacjLTE&feature=related
The breaking point I referred to was the moment my life began.
It was another average day, filled with her bullshit "I'm hungover because I'm an 'artist' " lesson plan. I, as usual, didn't give a shit what she thought of music (and when I wasn't 'resting my eyes' I was gladly obliging her with verbal confirmation of that feeling).
Anyways, she loved pop quizzes, where you had to identify the different parts of the song (verse, chorus, etc), and I was damn near asleep as she cued the needle to a track i'd never heard. It was the album version of The Beatle's "Let it be". I couldn't care less.
About 2 minutes into it, the organ part kicks in, and I assume with passing interest that the song is ending. In a moment that lasted both an eternity and a nanosecond, I heard George Harrison kick that (rather pussy, otherwise) song into a gear that I didn't know was even possible.
I was absolutely transfixed, for the first and last time of my middle school career. My "quiz" answer sheet looked rougly like this:
1. Not the solo
2.THE SOLO!
3. Not the solo
As she was giving me the awkward teacher-student-breakup-getthefuckout lecture, I made sure NOT to let her know that for once in her teaching career, she actually facilitated an appreciation for music.
You can hear the song (the good version, not the pussy radio version) at the link below. P.s. it has the worst 'video' ever, but you're not going to be listening with your eyes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEogJacjLTE&feature=related
