Saturday, June 6, 2015

"A good song is like a good meal..."

Haven't posted anything lately. Not for lack of having anything to say necessarily, but more for lack of having the words to say what I really want to say. I think my brain went on mental shut down after the school year ended and everything I have been thinking has been running around my mind like a hamster in a wheel and the hamster just doesn't know when to quit.

Life has been pretty ordinary lately. Noting too exciting, and I think that is when I start to think about so many different parts of my life, so needless to say, several posts to come soon.

But today I was struck by something that has been a part of me for a long time, and I can't help but write about it. I love music, I have always enjoyed music and liked listening to music from back in the day when I blasted New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul cassettes in my room to when I started driving and I used my makeshift stereo system to blare my "Nothing Says I Love You Like Punk Rock" Cds, to now when my musical taste ranges from classical, to pop, to Sinhalese songs, to Hindi songs, to rock, and any other number of musical choices. What I have come to realize is that for me music isn't about the actual music (I know odd), but it's about the words and the memories and the experiences and people tied to the music. A single song can make me laugh, smile, and/or melt into a puddle of tears.

I am so tone deaf. And I have ZERO rhythm. Which is why my love of music is kinda of odd... I love to dance to, but you have probably never seen me dance, and if you do see me dance its because either you love me A LOT and see me in moments when I am just me, or I love you A LOT because I am willing to dance in public and cast aside all cares about my severe lack of rhythm for you. Now you may have heard me sing, and I apologize now. I know I can't carry a tune to save my life, but there is something about a song I love coming on that sometimes, regardless of whose ears I may be hurting, I can't help but sing. I love being at home and in the car when I can just sing along to all my favorites, which is an extraordinarily long list...

So, knowing that it is not the actual instrumental part of the music I love the most, but more the lyrics and memories tied to the music, I have begun to see music and songs as a way of explaining my life. I seriously set music to what I am doing. Like in a movie when a song plays during a scene, its like that for my life. If my life were a movie I have a song for every scene. I can hear a certain song, and its like I am suddenly transported to a completely different time and place. I mean vividly transported. If I shut my eyes I could tell you exactly what I was smelling and tasting and seeing whenever that song had its biggest impact on my life. For example, Norah Jones' "Come away With Me," "Painters Song," "Lonestar," and just about any song from her "Come Away With Me Album" instantly transport me to Bolivar, Missouri, in my sliver Ford Focus with the windows down, and the orange and red fall leaves blowing past my windows as I drive down the street between the dorms. The air is just cool enough and crisp that it brings a slight chill to my skin, but it's just a perfect moment. I could go on describing the scene but when one of those songs come on it is like I am suddenly slammed through time into a completely different place and the memories flood back. It's like that with just about every song I hear. I instantly connect it to some memory, or to a person, and when it comes on it can be an amazing memory and I can laugh about it, smile about, feel sentimental, or cry about the pain, loss, or joy that whatever it was brought me. When I hear the song Oceans I am transported to a beach in Sri Lanka and the amazing moments I have shared with my wonderful creator Lord and the times I have spend in prayer breathing in the spray of the ocean and thanking Him for the beauty around me.

I also love how a song can so succinctly capture what I am thinking. The lyrics of song can easily express so many feeling within a few lines. Way to go song writers! I find that I catch myself wanting to insert song lyrics into what I am saying, or when someone says something that is also the line from a song I start singing the song in my head. 

I am by no means the music afficionado my husband is. I mean he can hear the first few notes of a song and tell you what song it is and who sings it etc. It's pretty awesome. And really my love for music came hugely from him. I always enjoyed music, and his love of music is only one thing that attracted me to him, but his passion and desire to always be finding new music has really rubbed off on me. Now we appreciate music in two completely different ways, but without him, I would not have the love I do now for music.

So, here is a little something I wrote for Matt:

 So Sugar, I am just Thinking Out Loud, but the day I said I Do was The Best Day Of My Life. Today and everyday I Can't Help Falling In Love with you. If you are ever wondering who loves you, know that Somebody's Me.  Even on days when I have to remind myself I Choose You, I'd Do Anything for you, for All of My Days because I'm Yours. Sometimes it surprises me that Someone Like You would Stay, and Stay, and Stay and Love Somebody like me. Some days loving you is like Falling Slowly in a Sky Full of Stars. You have me in the Palm of Your Hand and Love me The Way I Am, and for that I'll Stand By You through Fire and anything else this world throws at us until we are in Heaven. And on those days I Wanna Dance With Somebody I know you'll Kiss Me and say "Shut Up And Dance." When I'm Losing Sleep you help me Dream of All of the Stars and then Wake Me Up Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Sometimes I wish you could Come Away With Me and we could just be Chasing Cars because It's Our World and I amOverjoyed to be Stuck On You. It's really So Simple, This Is Love, and some days I think You're All I Have and I am so glad that we Collide because I'm Gonna Be that person who is Truly, Madly, Deeply in love with you forever. So, Crack the Shutters and know there will be no White Flags here because Wherever You Will Go, I Will Be There, so If That's OK With You, Just Say Yes because I Don't Want To Love Somebody Else.

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