Lisa Blatchford from Ivy Lies on the importance of music in her life

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Music has been with me for my whole life, it started with a love for musicals especially if they starred Julie Andrews. “Do rei me” is one of the best example’s of teaching melody writing I have ever seen or heard.

Later I was inspired by my grandfather’s piano playing. He was entirely self taught and had an amazing ear. As a nine year old there was something so magical about sitting by the piano singing songs from “My Fair Lady.

When I hit high school I really wanted to play guitar but my older sister told me I wasn’t allowed to copy her so I started to learn bass. From that I started writing little songs and jamming with the girls in my band Ivy Lies. I’d always wanted to be a songwriter and i finally had gained enough confidence to give it a go.

For me writing songs is like keeping a diary. Things I don’t want to talk about or tell people I put in my songs. I can hide messages in the lyrics or belt out emotions in the vocal melodies.

It’s pretty much the best form of therapy I know of, I can’t recommend it enough!

By Lisa Blatchford from Ivy Lies

Jeremy Redmore shares an inspiring story about how music can help through tough times

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Earlier this year while touring New Zealand, the band found itself wasting some time in a bar at a regional airport when a middle-aged man approached us asking if we were Midnight Youth.

After some pleasantries, a story about his daughter’s love for the band and a few signed beer coasters, the man told us the only reason he knew who we were was because the surgery he helped run used one of our songs in their playlist while performing serious operations. That was some deep stuff to us – our song had possibly helped a surgeon keep calm or focussed while they were saving someone’s life. It was a nice feeling to know that. But this was just the beginning of how this man reminded us how much music can matter.

A week later we received an email from him saying how embarrassed he was to only have known one of our songs and how the next day he bought our album before heading to Christchurch for a week to attend a conference. That was the week Christchurch was hit by an extremely shallow 6.3 earthquake which killed 181 people, the second large quake to strike the city within six months.

He went on to tell us his story of the day the quake hit and how he managed to escape the city’s CBD unhurt before joining thousands at an emergency centre in a field nearby. His words probably tell the story better than mine:

“I was near a group of international visitors who were praying and others started to join in.  At that time all we could do was wait.  The phones were down and I decided to play my new CD in my iPhone (I wish the speakers were a little larger).  The praying stopped, people starting listening and the depressed mood picked up.  I turned the (your) music off thinking that people may not want to here it.  “Turn it back on” was shouted out.

We heard five songs before my battery ran out. I can’t express how comforting it was for people to hear some inspiring New Zealand music, at a time where it seemed the world had fallen around us.

He went on.

“Some of us (in the health sector) have the opportunity to touch the lives of individual people and families.  What you do touches the hearts, minds and spirits of thousands.  Be great, write great music, play great music, inspire the lives of people greatly.  Your music was a bright light in a dark day.  I was lucky to be flying out the next day, I cannot imaging how the people of Christchurch will cope over the coming months.”

This was an emotional time for all New Zealanders, everyone knew someone that was affected and most people outside of the Christchurch region, I’d say, would have felt a little helpless as to what they could do to help – us included.

This message showed us how we helped and how we can continue to help.?As a musician and songwriter, I express a part of myself that isn’t overly evident in my regular daily life – it is quite a mystery to me how it happens and all I know is that I feel satisfied and excited when that process is in motion. But once it leaves my mouth, the stage or a studio, it is out of my control as to how it affects the world around me and it’s particularly hard to rationalise that thought – it’s moments like these that give me a greater sense of the power that music has and the amazing gift I’ve been given and am doing my best to use.

By Jeremy Redmore from Midnight Youth

Annah Mac tells us why music matters to her

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I began playing and writing songs before I can remember. Inspired by the music that surrounded me as a young girl, I was often seen carrying around a playschool recorder to ‘lay down my tracks’.

Life was interesting with a Kiwi father who was Willie Nelson obsessed, and a Nana Mouskouri flavoured mother who was full blown Norwegian. I became increasingly frustrated when at 7 years old, my younger sister informed me that ‘all your songs sound like Coat Of Many Colours’ (By Dolly Parton). Pissed, I decided I had to start writing something a bit more original. Pen in hand, I wrote furiously through my primary school years until I finally won a competition at 15. The song I entered did not sound the slightest bit like Dolly Parton. It was in fact labelled Pop. I decided to write more pop songs; in the hopeful attempt that people might think I was cool. I became notorious for writing number 1 hits in my high school Maths class.

Unfortunately only one of these Math class songs would make the record. And it was not to be a number 1 hit much to the dismay of my new-found friends. It was, however, featured on The Great New Zealand Songbook (which I told them was much more of an honour anyway).

I think that New Zealand is a very special environment for cultivating young musicians. What is happening right now with the youth of New Zealand is very exciting. With people like Mike Chunn, the Play It Strange Trust, Rockquest, and NZ On Air, music is becoming as much a part of the New Zealand curriculum as Saturday rugby or netball. I think this is an exciting prospect, and I am proud to be at the forefront of this movement.

For me, music was something I could never escape and have always been transfixed by. It is the breath of life. With the encouragement of my family, and the support of wonderful people in this country, I have been given the opportunity to live out a dream that I’ve had since I was 7 years old. I am forever grateful for this.

Music has the power to speak of love, loss, forgiveness, anger, and allows us to feel understood. For at least three minutes of our grey lives.

And that is why music matters.

By Annah Mac

Marcus Powell from Blindspott on what music means to him

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For me, music is one of the most important things in my life. It is a creative outlet which allows me to release emotions that disrupt my calm if held inside. It is my ability to tell a story about things that are happening in my life but also a way of recognising what is happening in my life and dealing with it.

Blindspott had many successes because people could relate to our stories. People who listen to us have said “That’s exactly what is going on for me.”

Music is like a photograph for me. A still that can take me to a place in time. The first time I heard Deftones and Kyuss I was with my friends sharing some great moments. When I listen to Brothers in Arms it reminds me of my brother who passed away. I hear Boys to Men and I think back to my A Capella group when I was 11. I hear the cure and it reminds me of a break up.

Music has a powerful effect on us. A translation of vibration I call it.

By Marcus Powell from Blindspott.

Alex Dyson Triple J Breakfast Host talks about the importance of music in his life

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My relationship with music started at age five when I began learning the piano. I would go to a place called The Music Shak after school, and learn which letter corresponded to each note. Back then the music itself was simply a code that I needed to figure out in order to get a scratch and sniff sticker. I had no real connection to the sound or tone of the notes as I hit them. I moved piano teachers and although I began to enjoy music more, I played too fast and loud despite frequent suggestions to the contrary. Around the same time my sister and I used to get up before 6am on a Saturday and watch the Rage top 50. We’d eat mini wheats and bop along to White Town’s ‘Your Woman’, get annoyed when Ricky Martin’s Cup of Life was number 1 AGAIN, and always wonder what the video clip for Chris Franklin’s ‘Bloke’ was like because they never showed it.

Whilst loving the lights and sounds of the professional video clips, I still didn’t totally enjoy playing music myself. Dad forced me to practise 15 minutes in the morning and in the night. I’d do about 12 minutes and round it up. It wasn’t until about year 9 when I heard a song on a commercial for the movie Peter Pan and wondered what it was. It turned out to be Clocks by Coldplay and I went out and found a piano book that had the music. The same book contained Robbie Williams’, Feel and Seal’s Kiss from a Rose. Suddenly music had taken on a different meaning. These publications were closely followed by the Rush of Blood to the Head sheet music, whose songs I ended up loving. I would wait til everyone was out of the house then sing my own improvised words over the “The Scientist” to suit the girl I liked at the time and wanted to hook up with. It ended up having 100% effectiveness. I’ve never told anyone that.

Since then I’ve discovered even more intricate and amazing bands and musicians. Radiohead. Arcade Fire. Sigur Ros. The importance of their music on my life can’t be measured, and I’m not sure how different a person I’d be without them, but I do know that with all of them I’ve felt a connection, and that’s all anyone is trying to do in this world. Music has the ability to penetrate deep inside you when you’re least expecting it, and it’s totally in the ear of the beholder. And I’ve never enjoyed a wet willie so much.

Nick Atkinson from Supergroove tells us how music affects the world around him

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It was a rainy Sunday in the small and somewhat isolated North Island town of Te Aroha. The gloomy main street was nestled at the base of a muscular mountain. Heavily forested slopes rose steeply above the settlement into a mist that seemed to muffle the hiss of the cars and trucks that passed occasionally. I was there with my girlfriend, happy to escape the city for a weekend and delighted to find a place so eerie and distant from the clatter of suburban Auckland.

The town attracts the odd stray from the main road on account of it’s wonderful hot-springs that well up from the base the imposing peak. But this considerable attraction was usurped by something quite unexpected, something magical and marvellous, something that transported us through time and space in a way we couldn’t have imagined.

As we walked arm in arm towards to centre of Te Aroha we thought we could hear music. It was horse and ephemeral. It had a dream-like quality. As we got closer to the main street the music became a little clearer but it’s source remained a mystery. The tunes were old, from the ’40s of ’50s. Big bands and basic rhythms, voices that crooned and warbled. With the turn-of-the-century wooden shop-fronts and the elderly population, comfortable in cloth caps and cardigans, we felt we’d walked into to a long forgotten episode of life in New Zealand, one that had originally aired when our parents were children. And then we saw the little speakers. Every forth or fifth shop-front had one. They were basic and unpainted. Each bolted to a bracket leaning over the footpath. A few of them had swallows nesting behind them. They were connected to the same wire that sneaked all the way down the main road. The music they played was piped from the local radio station to which they were all hard-wired.

The atmosphere this mono sound provided was powerful. We couldn’t identify any of the performers nor make out the lyrics but we simply floated down the road feeling as though we were staring in our very own period drama.

We soon ran out of main street so we turned around and slowly ambled back to our old hotel. Looking for somewhere to eat we smiled at Te Aroha’s Italian restaurant curiously named Berlusconi’s. The steep hill to the accommodation slowed us a little and the reedy sound from those little speakers slowly faded until we awoke from our time travelling trance with red cheeks and happy hearts.

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