"Nile Style"

Hello Everyone:

For those celebrating, Happy Bastille Day.  Enjoy the day storming the barricades, drinking champagne, and eating croissants.  In the meantime, I'm having a pretty chill weekend, as usual.  Just the way I like it.  Now if I were in Paris, France, I'd be celebrating in the streets like everyone else.  In the meantime, I found a guitar hero-Nile Rodgers.  I'm not one to really celebrate individual musicians but he is worthy of serious admiration.  Nile's melody within rhythm riffs have created some of rock music's most infectious grooves and influenced so many hip hop and rap acts.  I was watching a short Youtube film (http://www.youtube.com) on Friday called "Collaborators" featuring a segment on Nile Rodgers.  As I was listening, I started to realize that some of my favorite songs, "Notorious" and "Let's Dance," have that "Nile Style" groove.  Not only that, but how many other musicians have borrowed or tried to copy those riffs.  Where it came from and how the "Nile Style" evolved.  The I realized, this dude is really genius.  Boy what have I been missing.  I guess I've let others guide my musical tastes for far too long.  I've taken to listening to music that are supposedly "more sophisticated" but isn't music or, for that matter any art form, a matter of taste?  Rhetorical question.  There's nothing wrong with the music I genuinely like, music that makes me feel something.  Music that makes me want to dance and sing.  So what if it's not someone else's preference.  Taste is a matter of preference.  So where is this attitude coming from?

This "all about me" attitude is coming from a place that's been buried for too long under the crap pile that's life.  Specifically, life dictated by other people and situations.  Now that the pile has been cleared, I can indulge myself on things that I like.  So, if I admire someone like Nile Rodgers and the music he's helped create, fabulous.  Same goes for just about anything else I like right now and recently rediscovered.  The get the occasional hard time from the bf and he probably is wondering what happened to the old me.  The old me was bogged down by the crap pile.  I rather like (re)discovering me.  The real me is pretty fun and not so bad.