#Experience
"EMP IS A LEADING-EDGE, NONPROFIT
MUSEUM, DEDICATED TO THE IDEAS
AND RISK-TAKING THAT FUEL
CONTEMPORARY POPULAR CULTURE"
MUSEUM, DEDICATED TO THE IDEAS
AND RISK-TAKING THAT FUEL
CONTEMPORARY POPULAR CULTURE"
This is where it started.
I discovered my love for marketing music and pop culture in this building.
The bright lights, stunning architecture, and overall atmosphere stirred a part of me that I didn't know existed.
The music history and the mere thought of the music that can be created in the future are what drive me to follow my love for all things expressed in the musical world.
I have wandered the EMP many times, and each occurrence showed me yet another creative outlet.
But my most recent trip on the 7th of June this year was the most influential.
After my usual rounds around the guitar exhibit, I went outside to the Armory and sat down for awhile to eat lunch.
Within minutes I was greeted by a man promoting his cd.
I listened to his pitch and like the pushover I am, bought his album.
(It was actually really good.)
Then a pair of street musicians set up a few yards in front of me and began playing an acoustic rendition of "Float On" by Modest Mouse.
The music was refreshing and the air crisp, but my phone was dying and soon I was left with nothing to fiddle with.
I was forced to be enveloped in my surroundings completely.
People passed by quickly, stopping here or there to check their phones.
Everyone continued on in their own little world, until the chords of "American Pie" rang into the air.
People passing would sing along with the artists, some loudly and others softly under their breath, smiles creeping onto their face.
A community so in tune with themselves were instantly connected together singing "bye bye Miss American Pie."
Other street musicians passed and nodded at their comrades, tied together by their love for music and their undying dreams.
Because at the end they just wanted to make music that moved people, one of the purest desires I believe exists in this impure world.
So basically right about then I decided I wanted to share music with people for a living.
I wanted to spread a message that couldn't die.
Unfortunately, humans do die.
But the music they make lasts forever.
I discovered my love for marketing music and pop culture in this building.
The bright lights, stunning architecture, and overall atmosphere stirred a part of me that I didn't know existed.
The music history and the mere thought of the music that can be created in the future are what drive me to follow my love for all things expressed in the musical world.
I have wandered the EMP many times, and each occurrence showed me yet another creative outlet.
But my most recent trip on the 7th of June this year was the most influential.
After my usual rounds around the guitar exhibit, I went outside to the Armory and sat down for awhile to eat lunch.
Within minutes I was greeted by a man promoting his cd.
I listened to his pitch and like the pushover I am, bought his album.
(It was actually really good.)
Then a pair of street musicians set up a few yards in front of me and began playing an acoustic rendition of "Float On" by Modest Mouse.
The music was refreshing and the air crisp, but my phone was dying and soon I was left with nothing to fiddle with.
I was forced to be enveloped in my surroundings completely.
People passed by quickly, stopping here or there to check their phones.
Everyone continued on in their own little world, until the chords of "American Pie" rang into the air.
People passing would sing along with the artists, some loudly and others softly under their breath, smiles creeping onto their face.
A community so in tune with themselves were instantly connected together singing "bye bye Miss American Pie."
Other street musicians passed and nodded at their comrades, tied together by their love for music and their undying dreams.
Because at the end they just wanted to make music that moved people, one of the purest desires I believe exists in this impure world.
So basically right about then I decided I wanted to share music with people for a living.
I wanted to spread a message that couldn't die.
Unfortunately, humans do die.
But the music they make lasts forever.