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BANANA PHONE.
 

Slices of wind.

:Sonnet video version::
http://www.mediafire.com/?zmcujisj3in

Riley Masunaga/Pat Corcino
Flying High
Fingers that shred swiftly down the fret-board.
A crowd that roars like the restless ocean.
Their eyes will close as the band strikes a chord.
Fans that ignite in a wave of motion,


Guitars meet the cold pavement with a crash.
The drummer's drum sticks will pierce his drum skins.
The amps that explode with smoke and a flash.
This is when the party truly begins.

After the show comes the real late night fun.
Women and the cocaine both come in lines.
They won't stop till they see the rising sun.
So live for today and ignore the signs

The day will come when people say good bye-
But till that day, they'll live like dreams don't die





ANALYSIS:

Pat and I have often clicked creatively for English projects, so it seemed only natural for use to work together on such a creative project. At first we had trouble coming up with ideas, so we began to compile ideas around the things we had in common.
So eventually we came down to music. While our tastes varied, we both liked rock music, and we both agreed that it's not only a type of music, but also a lifestyle with attitude. Rock music in general is a carrier for emotions, making a good subject for a sonnet. At first we came up with various lines to try to kick-start the sonnet.
After we decided on a first line, we worked together, composing every other line individually to create a rough draft, after which, we went back to revise the sonnet for rhyme, flow and syllables. The final steps were to get a reader for our sonnet, while adding backing music (played by me) and compiling everything into a youtube video.
Our Sonnet serves not only as a tale of rock bands, but also as statement about people and human nature. Taken in a literal context, the sonnet begins in the setting of a rock concert. The band starts to harmonize with the crowd, but one thing leads to another, and by the end of the concert, the band is destroying their equipment. After the show, the band parties like crazy with drugs and sex. They decide to live in the moment, deciding to bask in their glory while it lasts.
Interpreted literally, the reader gets a fairly accurate picture of the life many stars live. Between the early times of rock and roll, to present day, countless rockers have had carrers with humble beginnings that snowballed into blazes of glory. The other one can also interpret this sonnet, is as a statement of the general nature of people.
People start their paths to success simply, doing what they love, and making a living. But sometimes, it takes sacrifice to gain an edge in life, be it sacrifice of respect, others feelings, or even the sacrifice of friends and family. This is symbolized in the destruction of the band's instruments. Sometimes the sacrifices required can be as dramatic and excessive as the demolition of the instruments.
Then, life changes in a flash, not unlike the flash of an exploding amp. The sacrifice has propelled the person from their simple "performance" to a seemingly endless party. The girls represent an irresistible temptation, something so pleasurable that it makes you lose sight of what's important to you, as well as your sense of rationality.
The lines of cocaine refer to the "forbidden fruits" that often come with success. Such forbidden things come in many forms, they can be literally illegal as actual drugs, or they can be forbidden in a sense of being improper or inappropriate.
When people reach the height of their progress, they often like to bask in their glory. However, it is true that nothing will last forever. The people that choose to live blindly in their moment, distracted by what comes with their success, will find themselves forgotten in the future. When the things that came with their success disappear, they will find themselves high and dry, with nothing but what they started with.
In the end, no matter how you interpret the sonnet, it's words still hold a meaning. It tells two separate tales that actually one and the same. It's something many experience, as musicians and average men alike. A tale of strife to be remembered.

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  1. Blogger Monica | April 11, 2008 at 3:04 AM |  

    I really liked how you used words that were descriptive and gave the reader an image of what you were saying without being overwhelming and technical. i also liked the fact that your sonnet didn't seem to use a lot of useless words that people put in just to get 10 syllables. if anything, i think that maybe you should make the line about "women and cocaine in "lines" clearer.

  2. Blogger *Erin :) | April 18, 2008 at 1:09 PM |  

    I think your sonnet is super good. I love the detail and the words just fit together. You analysis was also very long and descriptive