Of Sound and Fury

I have an Apocalyptica CD playing on the computer as I’m waiting for my chess partners to make their moves, and I cannot help but be stirred by the music.  It’s all cello music and, if I’m not mistaken, it’s the group’s rendition of some of Metallica’s music…it’s incredible and makes me want to write, but as I usually do when listening to music and trying to write, I seem to get stuck on the notes and don’t get much down on the paper or in the computer.  I’d like to rant on something emotional or really stirring, but have only this much so far…weak words and failing sentences.  It’s a righteous movement of something inside and I want to crank the music so it blasts through the house…waking all souls and spirits, sharing something that transcends words and the ability to be shared in common form; it must be heard and experienced and felt in the core of the body where words can’t reach and where there is only the near crushing desire to sing or shout the tune as the notes reach higher and higher, more intense and sustained, I want to dance and throw my head back and stomp my feet and jump and direct the music with my arms all wild and flinging the notes up to the sky and grabbing them back down and holding them to my chest, pressing them into my flesh, feeling them, hearing them in my marrow, feeling the beat in my muscles, causing them to clamp down tight with the high notes and relax again as the notes are reaching so deep and then fading away as the sound diminishes into nothing and then the next song…and the feeling drops, too, and has to wait until the music, this next song, is in full-swing again and wringing the soul again, stirring it again beneath or beyond what might be described in words…a rushing pounding in the background and the stroking grind of the notes screaming out of the strings and bow and something is in the background, too, some other instrument, maybe a guitar of some metallic slant or urge…and it drops and someone is now playing the cello by picking the strings, plucking and tugging with another humming in the background that has taken the lead and is digging down now, reaching gently inside, touching the emotions, caressing feelings, luring them out, then harshly ripping into the strings and the insides again, catapulting the soul upwards, climbing, shoving me forward, rushing but not too fast, stroke and whine and crush in piercing tones and sawing to and fro…reaching and pulling again, looking for that something inside, shoving it up there, building-up for something and guitar now, a metal jamming fury and screeching pulsing with the cellos behind and overtaking that pulse and guiding stepping pulling me into it…slamming and building and roaring with bass and crushing…and it ends…and my soul drops and I’m tired and warm and my ears are ringing and my heart is pounding…rushing jamming…slowing….

6 responses

  1. Only you can transform and strategically put together audible tones into a tapestry of descriptive words. As soon as I submit my comment for your approval, I have to Google or Youtube Apocalyptica. You just advertised for them and they don’t even know it.

    January 3, 2010 at 1:02 pm

    • seekraz

      Some of their stuff is such a rush…the more mellow stuff without lyrics (not really the harder Metallica-esque grinding stuff) is so moving, so inspiring…I guess I already described it…but thank you…. I hope you enjoy their cellos…wonderful. 🙂

      January 3, 2010 at 8:09 pm

  2. Nathan

    Well if that doesn’t adequately describe how I also feel about it, then I don’t know what would! 🙂
    Their music, as well as Zoe Keating (you may or may not have heard her), is absolutely incredible and soul stirring. As you said, it gets to the depths of your marrow and muscle fibers. Krista had a great point about the renditions of Metallica. If the music is good, it’ll be good as rock and roll or instrumental cello music. You have to respect the musical ability of those screaming maniacs sometimes 🙂

    January 6, 2010 at 3:39 pm

    • seekraz

      I’m glad you agree with your musician’s mind…and I have one of Zoe Keating’s also…and also very moving to the core. I can’t hang with all the hard metal pieces from Apocalyptica and wouldn’t try with Metallica…but these gentle pieces are soul-stirring.

      January 6, 2010 at 8:44 pm

  3. Nathan

    I also don’t really like the heavier stuff. I prefer the laid back and deep pieces. The heavy stuff just kind of annoys me, really.

    January 7, 2010 at 9:52 am

    • seekraz

      I’m with you there.

      January 7, 2010 at 10:25 am

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