stairway to madness
Madness: a state of frenzied or chaotic activity.
To each person that occupies this filth of a world, everyone has their different flows and feels about the way they live life, the way they enjoy the time they've been given, and what they create from this time. Many, many moons ago, man gave us rock 'n' roll, and ever since then, great minds have been coming together and creating sick and wicked forms of this great genre. Elvis Presley once said, "Rock and roll music, if you like it, if you feel it, you can't help but move to it. That's what happens to me. I can't help it." I am not a man who plays any instruments or claims to be a rock god (though I do wish,) I can test to the enjoyment of rock and roll. It brings out different feelings for everyone; it's amazing how the art of music can easily tie people together, which brings me to the reason for my rambling. I recently befriended a young musician; he comes from the land of ice and snow! (Immigrant song blares in the background) a man by the name of Adrian Mäder, a force to be reckoned with. He told me stories of Switzerland, tales of his mother (A man who beams over his mother, is a good man indeed.) and tales of her singing him to sleep, and you can't help but nod your head only as fast as you can to keep up with this man! The stories are never ending, and it's amazing to see people get excited over the things they love, especially people who share the same passion about music. Adrian recently opened up his own music place in good ol’ LA, California, and I've got to say, the place is literally a mad house. I easily found myself getting lost in the countless records, even stumbling over a few classics I didn't actually own, and if that happens, you know it's a damn good place. It's more than just a treasure chest, there's a goddamn bar, and even a performing stage, which is where Sons of Madness made the night even crazier. I'm normally a big critic of rock n roll but this? I was feeling it, pretty good. I remember him telling me that he's inspired by the great rock god, Jimi Hendrix, and the rock grunge god, Kurt Cobain, and as I praise both men for that they've done in the music industry, I could see the works of both of them in the way Adrian played, the quickness of the fingers, and the music that made my ear drums have the best party. There might be a modern day rock genius in the making here folks. The Mad House is definitely a trip into the strange workings of Adrian's mind, and it's interesting, one of those tales of starting from the bottom, roaming from homeless shelter to homeless shelter, and working like a motherfucker to make some cash. I could relate to this man from the east, and I had to side with him more on how great the world can be sometimes. It definitely made me want to start playing the guitar with the beauts that lined the walls, I think Jimmy Page would have a field day if he ever stumbled across this place, and I sorta hope he does. And while you're looking through all the merch, you can even stop in and get a whiskey sour, that's probably what made it even cooler. Alcohol and rock 'n' roll flow so nicely together. If you're fans of Nirvana, the great Jimi Hendrix, Black Sabbath, or maybe to even go out on a limb here, Fleetwood Mac fans? This is the guy you need to be directing your lines of vision to, directing the attention of your ears too, and maybe even open some of your wallets into his music digs! You can't call yourself true fans of rock 'n' roll if you avoid the Mad House. May the Rock Gods be forever in your favor, Mäder!
