Sports in Culture

I have always had an interest in sports. Basketball, soccer, baseball, football, I played the field when it came to sports. Games are commonplace on the living room TV. However, while I have been an enthusiast of sports, I've also always noticed how certain sports have reigned supreme in different regions and cultures, especially in America. March Madness, which has recently unfolded, has exemplified this.

Our high school won the State 4A football championship three years in a row. Our basketball team, which I was a part of, inversely ended the season with 16 losses and 0 wins. It's no surprise that the south runs the football end of sports (the Southeastern Conference has had teams win the National Championship consecutively since 2007). And as such, the southern culture tends to glorify football season. If you need any proof, just walk around campus any Saturday in September or October. Texas A&M has no official homecoming simply because every football game in Kyle Field is homecoming. Football is just the game of the south and its presence has been dominating in our culture. Autumn Saturdays are days where we can sit down on the couch, grab a plate of hot wings, and watch football games until we pass out. When I worked at a retail shop back home, my fellow coworkers and I would notice on how busy we weren't while the Dallas Cowboys were playing. In fact, the Brookshire's down the street actually managed their work schedule around the Cowboy's playing schedule: if the Cowboys were playing, they would have less people working.

However, the further north you go the less football centered each culture becomes. Basketball instead takes its place. For example, I have a friend who goes to school at Mizzou, and from what he tells me and posts on facebook, they go crazy over basketball up there. Just a few hours north of us has a completely different perspective on the topic. And while I have been to quite a few Texas A&M basketball games, I think it is safe to say that not only do they not match the intensity of the football games, they definitely do not match the dedication put into by the sport by the northern states.

Then there's poor baseball, which doesn't have a specific region that it can call it's threshold.

Sports have always been around as a pastime and a way to escape the burdens of everyday life. Do you think that sports have a dominating effect in our culture?

Struggle of Language

When I was young my word choice was watched very carefully by my parents. Being the eldest of 3 children, my parents kept a very keen eye on me, my mother in particular. I was not allowed to say words or phrases that have since become somewhat acceptable in public. The word "butt" was a big one. According to my mother's high ideals, I was not to mutter that forsaken word while I lived under the roof of which she and my father provided. As such, it was only when I was at school, when I was only surrounded by my peers, that I could feel safe saying that word. Even then it felt like a struggle to go against my mother's wishes. As young pre-teens, we would jokingly say "I'm gonna kick your butt!" whenever we got mad at each other. We never had any plans of actually following through with out empty threats; it was just the language that we had created for ourselves. However, I still had to struggle with our new school language. I'm sure anyone can agree that "I'm gonna kick your butt!" does not convey the same message as "I'm going to kick you in the bottom!" does.

I distinctively remember having a conversation about the two languages with my father. I told him how all my friends were using less-than-polite words to get their points across. How my hollow threats fell on deaf ears because I could not be taken seriously. How I felt like an outsider. He told me to start saying those words and to embrace the other language I was hearing. But only at school, he said. He did not want to hear those words at the house.

So I learned to say "butt". Along with that came "shut up" and various other harsh sounding words. I had begun to learn the language of the playground that my mother had persisted I not engage in. I kept the two separate, being very cautious not to accidentally slip the word "butt" into a conversation in the household. This became increasingly difficult when my brother, the youngest of us three, came to the age where he found annoying me to be a favorable pastime. I could not ask him to kindly shut up. Instead, I had to politely ask him to stop talking and close his mouth. Like before, these did not convey the same messages, and instead it riled my brother up even more. I always expected telling him to shut up would actually keep him from talking. I had imagined that phrase would close the door or seal the deal. But while in the watchful eyes of my mother, I was powerless, forever doomed to be poked at and asked pointless questions by my sibling.

I've come a long way from those pre-teen days. So has my mother. Whenever I come home it has become commonplace for me to tell my brother to shut up within the first 10 minutes of my arrival. He uses words that I was never allowed to say at his age. The school language that I am now apart of, the "college language", has also changed. I've noticed that cussing is a lot more common in this college language than was ever in the school language. During a Skype video call a few weeks ago, I accidentally said "shit" in a conversation between my sister and my parents. I knew right after I said it I was not supposed to be using the college language. It didn't really phase my sister (I'm sure she was pretty used to it), but it caught both my parent's attentions. While I have not had the chance to learn two separate languages, like Spanish, French, or Russian, I have learned different variations of the English language. I've had to struggle between when to say what and what is acceptable when. And so I ask, have you had a similar experience? How have you been able to cope with it?

Narratives in Music

The art of telling a story has roots in the very earliest strands of time. Before any form of writing had been created, oral stories were dominating. We've all heard those stories: folktales, moral stories for children, old wives' tales, nursery rhymes, etc. The list goes on and on. Songs were sung, and most of these songs had a story tied to them. With the advent of written language, stories began to transfer from orally to books and newspapers. However, telling stories orally and in literature are not the only ways one can convey a story, and as technology has advanced, so has story telling. Music, in particular, is a very diverse way to tell a story, and it is one method almost anyone can have a part in.

Volbeat's third album, Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood.
(source: www.metal-archives.com)

For instance, I am a big fan of a Danish rock band named Volbeat. Volbeat has released four albums with a fifth due later this spring. As like any other musical group, many, if not all their songs, tell a story. These stories are all incredibly varied, from positive topics, such as chasing after a girl, to dark situations, such as coping with suicide. In fact, espyrock.com went through a Volbeat album and elaborated on the story of each song on the album. However, one interesting aspect that made Volbeat stand out to me is that all of their albums continue a story that was created in their first album. The story follows a man who is being hunted by a killer. The killer eventually catches up to him and shoots him multiple times, leaving him in the desert to die. After the killer leaves, the man gets up, crawls to his car, and goes after the man that "killed" him. While it is not uncommon for artists to tell stories in their work (recently, Taproot released an album called The Episodes, which recalls the tale of a man who, after a long night of partying, pieces together what exactly happened the previous night) , Volbeat is extraordinary in the fact that while each song on the album tells a story, most of the stories on each album pertain to an even larger story carried on throughout each album.

But yet, one does not need words in telling a story musically. When I took high school band, we played a piece called Lincolnshire Posy. This piece, constructed in 1937 by Percy Grainger, is a 6 movement piece, with each movement reflecting on old English stories. While I will not in depth on each movement, philharmonicwinds.org does cover the basis of each movement. A very interesting listen if you like classical music, Lincolnshire Posy stands out as a beautiful piece and an excellent source for story telling.

When we think of story telling, we tend to think of oral stories, books, or movies. However, story telling is a lot more diverse than we think. Music plays a large part in society and is a subtle storytelling method. What other overlooked methods of storytelling can you think of?