The Wall Flour. It’s a play on words, really. It has no real significance. The blog name I wanted was taken, so I settled for a play on words of one of my favourite bands: The Wallflowers. That, and maybe (in some strange way) to pay hommage to Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being A Wallflower. Other than that? Nothing special. Don’t read into it. Unless you want to, or unless I find a way to make it more… cultured.
So, after a year of posting, I’ve decided this is something of a… soundtrack, a movie score if you will. I check out music, I listen, I remember little things that make the song interesting to me, I instill some form of context, and then I post the song in the way I remember it.
My entire life has been about music, though I’ve disputed that fact since I was young and have since stopped learning/playing piano, flute and guitar (though, let’s be honest, I never really got anywhere with guitar). Years into the future, undergraduate life behind me in a cloud of purple smoke, music still permeates my everyday life. I still hear the rumbling drum deep within my chest, and my fingers still play the piano like a phantom limb. Every scene I’ve ever seen (excuse the pun) has had that Oscar-winning soundtrack moment, in my head anyways. I love to put music to moments, and moments to music.
Feel free to leave me a message, recommend a song, a band, a genre, a snippet, a sound clip, and maybe even self-endorse. When the world shouts, I listen.