Ok, I am new here, but as old as the band members. I started the thread to share a story, of insignificance, that turned out to be significant. Before I begin, a little bit about myself. I am sort of solitary no, but as a teen even more so, being an introvert and partially Autistic, undiagnosed through life. My mannerisms were difficult to understand from most who don't know me, while being quiet was easiest to see. I find writing easier to share my thoughts... so here is my story.
Back in 82 or a 83, out of the blue a stranger stopped by our house. Mom and I had been living with her boyfriend at the time. So it was an awkward experience. Being the stranger knew who lives there and seemed to navigate the conversation as important, I let him in for a short moment. From what I recall he had blondish hair, and seemed to be a mover and a shaker type. Noting nothing more of importance about him, all details were set asside but name for reference. As convo became near an end, he produced a demo tape (cassette) and navigated to the stereo and asked to play it to find out if I had an interest. Once he played a short segment, mostly because he saw no reaction... I could only think the vocals sucked. But everything else was beyond what I had heard from experienced before. I taken it to some of the acts at the Monterey Jazz festival. Which I could walk to from our street. For me music has always been a picture of sorts. If anything is not properly placed in tone, pattern, and matched like an orchestra, I find no interest it. My favorite song when I was 8, was Funeral for a Friend/Love lies bleeding in my hand. That song being the intro to Elton John's Yellow Brick Road LP. Mom was given it by her friend. With no words said, the gentleman said, oh this is not so good, to something or another, meaning I had not the ear for it. I would have wanted to listen more, but I noticed he was in a hurry and I was not of his concern any way. I did note the scribble on the cassette, but being a lack luster end on a brief moment, it soon faded over time.
For years I passed by and even watched movies at the Dream Theater, never ever taking notice of importance later in life. Being busy in the 80s with college, and working full time to support myself. I vowed never to do that again. Until in the 90s, I searched for Metropolis... don't know why, but it brought me to Dream Theater. Other than the memory of days of old, the name I discounted as being a title that could have been copied from any other location in the world, and never Monterey, as it's the least notable name I can think of by a band. Having no experience with what to expect from thr band, I chose to buy Once in a Livetime. It blew me away with so much yet seemed not enough.
As the years passed and progressed deeper with Dream Theater, I ended my collection with Score DVD set, as my tastes have settled with keeping the 20 years bookened. The rest of Dream Theater years were experiences that are Dream Theater but beyond the borders of what my mind has boxed in. Some more violent and in your face raw with the thought of the line in Amadeus, "One too many notes". Not that I had feared burning brain cells to fully comprehend, just took me to over the rainbow into another land, which i admit need to adjust myself to listen. Some have noted new vs old, if you look at it, we grow old not the music. Dream Theater has risen where few bands have ever gone. Not for notariety, glamor, or praise... just for their quest to express creation at a different level.
I don't know if the early experience I had with the unknown demo tape was pre Majesty or just a dream, while things seem to have gone full circle around me.
My thought is, never discount a brief moment... it may be bigger than your wildest dreams.
Topic: Dreaming Majesty (Read 2670 times)
