“I tear on the leash, that keeps me contained and controlled. Let me go, I want to break free and bite my way out of this hole. One last hope, to rise and break away above the faded line, way beyond the ties that bind. This I know, the risk is worth the gain it’s worth the sacrifice, way beyond the ties that bind.”
Like the lyrics in this song, I can’t find my way out of this hole, it keeps me locked up. And as soon as I am about to get out it pushes me back in, it’s suffocating. The thing about it is, even though the seniors here are about to graduate I’m still gonna be here for 3 weeks, and it seems like, even as the next year comes I’m about to get out of this place, but this isn’t my hole, my hole that I’m trapped in is the restrictions of the music industry, well not completely it’s the restrictions of everything, you walk down the street, there’s restrictions, the walk and don’t walk signs, your in school restrictions everywhere you go. In the mall, the “no group larger than six people” rule, I don;t get that one, just cause you got a group larger than six people doesn’t make them a gang, I’ve personally been kicked out of the Airport Mall because of that rule. But some rules are very useful, like at school, no guns, no weapons, no phones, no I Pods. But hey, the music industry has more than a few restrictions, the few written ones, listen to the producer, stop when the recording has stopped, but then there’s the unwritten rules, play what’s popular, play what everyone is used to, don’t play something new than what you used to play, it really confuses me sometimes, because my music would have been popular in the eighties, and seventies. Now, that music is only remembered in the minds of our parents, and some select kids our age, and for anyone else reading this, I feel bad for you too, if you play the same music as me. Til next time from the guitar man himself, Jake Gray.
Myles Kennedy (Alter Bridge)