Music

I was going to quote that terrible Madonna song, but fuck that. Party in the USA is one thing, Madonna is another. Especially that song. No thanks.

Anyway.

I was looking for a song of the chapter today for Truth. I went through and listened to a few Something Corporate songs. Then a few Jimmy Eat World. Not sure why. I wanted something... happy-ish. It was a happy time for Vinyl. But still, I listened to some of my favorites, trying to find just the right sound.

And in doing so, I made myself sad. Why? Because music is POWERFUL. Music, moreso than writing (and I'm a writer so saying that kind of hurts), has the ability to take your mood and put it on a different shelf. I can be content as can be and listen to Down, As You Sleep, and Kostantine by Something Corporate, and then Polaris by Jimmy and just get... sad. Then a few Kelly songs that hit close to home and I want another drink. (I will neither confirm nor deny that I've been drunk every day since last Friday.)

Or, if I'm just... fucking angry. Like the kind of angry that would get me put in jail, I could bust out some Seether or Breaking Ben or Linkin Park or something that I can just fucking SCREAM to... and I'll start to feel better. There are few things in life that make me feel better when I'm angry than driving down an open road with the warm sun and the cool breeze flowing through the car, screaming angry lyrics as loud as I can.

It's just amazing how it can change my mood. Then there's the Paramore's and Evanescence's and even Seether's, and definitely the Taylor Swift's. The songs that can take me from angry to sad to silly to heartfelt with just four different songs. It's amazing. I think Paramore and T. Swizzie are the best at it, though. Obviously Paramore has that whole, favorite band that I know all the lyrics to, thing going but Taylor... well, she writes about my life. What can I say?

There's just such a plethora of emotions attached to music. Not only what the writer, the singer wants you to feel, but personal backstorys. Maybe one song is really close to home and that's why you like it. Maybe it reminds you of an ex. A friend. A coworker. Maybe it's your "song". Whatever it is, it's just.. fucking crazy.

I guess I just don't get the few people in my life that I've met that "just don't like music". I don't get how something so powerful and amazing and unique doesn't have a place in someone's life. Oh well. Their loss, really. Like, even if you don't like bands or artists themselves, there's a good chance that something at some point has been written that can get to you. Even the most apathetic of people have music that they dig.

Music brings to the surface a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, memories and demons. And I guess tonight I was vulnerable enough to let it get to me pretty badly. I'm alright now, though, if you're concerned Blog. So no worries.

But my eyes are tired again. It sounds like spring outside. I'm going to pretend the next two work days don't exist.
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