When freshman year in high school rolled around, I realized just how many different people actually were able to hold conversation with me about music, no matter the type. I could switch from conversing about country to hip-hop just as easily as I could breathe. And people took notice of it. I still don't understand how I, a blind kid could draw such a crowd, but I never let myself dwell on it too long.
And here we are, sophomore year in high school. People told me I was tall, they'd say around six feet. I never was and probably never will be able to truly understand what that meant, what it looked like, but I took their word for it.
"Mark, you gotta listen to this, man," I heard a friend of mine, Will, call out while I waited for class to begin. He grabbed my hand and placed a pair of headphones in it. I slid them on over my ears as music began to play.
What I felt as the beat assaulted my ears is nearly indescribable. If music was color, this was damn near a rainbow. People often said that rainbows were all the colors in a band, but since I related color with music, I never got it. And suddenly it almost made sense. No words were said as the music played, just the sound of drums, the sound of bass as it strained the cheap headphones Will owned. I could hear the crackling static as they struggled to keep up with the music.
"Hold on," I had Will pause the music as I pulled out a pair of my own headphones, V-Moda Crossfades. Expensive, but much better than what Will had me listening with. "Alright, go ahead." At this point, I could only assume Will had a big smile on his face, glad he'd introduced me to this new music.
The sound oscillated from ear to ear, complex in that so much was going on at once, even if it was just one or two sounds as they changed. Slowly, gradually the pitch increased, borderline painful for my ears until, unexpectedly, the sounds all at once dropped, the bass becoming prominent. I felt chills run down my spine, and a wide grin split across my face. I knew this was the music for me almost immediately.
"Do you have anymore of this?" I asked Will, knowing full well he probably had an arsenal of songs that he could rattle off for me too later look up. I could hear people whispering off in the distance, talking about what had just transpired. It wasn't often that people were able to bring a new genre of music to me, seeing as I was the one that introduced others to it.
I soon became aware of what I was listening too, dubstep. It became one of those genres that you either loved or hated. I loved it. It became an obsession as I soon loaded up whatever music playing device I had with a multitude of songs that, without fail, brought shivers down my spine and raised the hair on the back of my neck.
Dubstep didn't completely take over my musical library, it just became the majority. And it began to surprise me who else was liking dubstep, just like myself.
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