– not altogether pleasant – when you realize WHY something touches you, WHY you feel this strange pang at certain poems/lyrics/whatever. At least this is true for me. I’m sort of bright, sometimes, but many times I am dense as fog.
And right now, the words of “The First Cut is the Deepest” seem to me to be the truest words ever written. I had this crazy response to the song, when I first heard it … It was almost like it brought up memories or something, I don’t know … but it was this deep current of “Oh. My. God. I have to hear that again.” I knew there was a reason that I had such a deep and WEIRD connection to that song. Like – I couldn’t get enough. I kept it on re-play. For about a week. But I didn’t know why. It was the mixture of the music, the lyrics, her voice … Then the fever passed. And now it’s back. Strange. There’s an emotional response to something, a gut-level kind of thing, and sometimes it is only later that you understand why. You understand on another level. “Watershed” by The Indigo Girls was the same kind of thing. That song KILLED me, from the first second I heard it … had no idea why … and I still can barely listen to it. It’s too powerful – and I still have no clue why. Maybe someday I’ll figure it out. I’m still learning from that song.
Anyway. I’m a melancholy baby. Sometimes I just want to post stuff like this, even if it doesn’t make sense. It’s just where I’m at.
Going out for drinks now with a dear old friend. Should be fun.
They just don’t get it
Some people say “Bah, Humbug” about Christmas. They just don’t know the pleasure of seeing the joy on the face of a kid with a new toy. There is simply nothing like it….
“There’s little of the melancholy element in her, my lord; she is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.”
Much Ado About Nothing, Act 2, Scene 1
And there you are, red.
Oh spd rdr, you make me cry…
Sheila
Yup. I have this reaction to (are you ready?) “Earthbound” by Jane Oliver. Noone even knows who the heck Jane Oliver IS anymore let alone this song, but truly, the first time I heard her sing this, I almost fell to my knees in extreme emotional something. It still affects me this way, and for the past 2 and a half weeks I’ve had it in my CD player, and listen to it the second I get home. For about an hour. Over and over. Now ofcourse, I listen to it laying on the floor, that way I’m half way there so I don’t have to fall.
It’s on Jane Oliver’s Live Concert album. Yes, I have her Live Concert Album. And yes, I still say “album”.
Missing you…….
Alex – I have no idea who Jane Oliver is. I will have to check her out.
Miss you, too.
Sheila,
“Watershed” does it for me, too — I remember being completely obsessed with that Indigo Girls album when it came out, but especially that song.
By the way, I’ll be in NYC next week Sunday-Wednesday. E-mail me and I’ll give you my details if you want to come by the hotel where I’m staying with my kids and RI parents (they could babysit if we wanted to grab coffee.)