Last year I bought this vintage JBL audio jacket with the words “Get Into Music” embroidered on the back. We are officially in the fall season here in Nashville and the high today is supposed to 98 degrees. I’m ready for the weather to break and for us to have a true fall season and hopefully not jump from summer hot to winter cold too quickly.
As I was reminded of this jacket purchase today, I misread the back as “Get Into The Music” when really it simply says “Get Into Music”. I like the omission of “the” to simply say Get Into Music where the preposition is used to place something physically inside something else.
Get INTO Music. Where? In this case the location is simply music itself. I like this idea of crawling into music, as if it’s a location where someone can crawl into and spend time. Shouldn’t it be such a place?
Previously, I bought music to simply own and listen to and quickly moved on to buying more music as soon as I could. These days, I want to spend time learning more about everything that went into making a song or an album…getting into music. Just having it isn’t enough. I want to find a forgotten LP, listen and learn. Get into it.
I think this explains my disconnect with discovering new music on streaming services. Sure, it’s great to have everything easily available to listen to, but there just isn’t enough of a tactile experience for me to want to learn more about what I’m listening to. When I’m sitting down, playing an LP and holding the liner notes, I discover new things that usually sends me on an online search to learn more. I even buy books written specifically about albums. This research allows the albums to stick me much longer than a quick stream online.
Here’s hoping we all Get Into Music more.