– 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.<\/p>\n
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<\/a>. 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<\/i> learning from that song.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n Going out for drinks now with a dear old friend. Should be fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" – 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 … Continue reading