I have been feeling rather lost and unbalanced lately. It happens to me, every now and again. So, in an attempt to give myself a purpose, for the next bit anywho, I have done something I've been meaning to do for some time.
Anyone else out there participate in NANOWRIMO?!?!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Power Of Music
For as long as I can remember, I have always had a very strong love/hate relationship with music. There were times, growing up, that the only way my folks knew I was home, was when they heard music coming from my bedroom. I would lock myself away for hours on end, doing nothing, but listening to music. It does have a hold on me, still to this day, and I don't think that I understand why.
Most of the time, what I gather from a song, is not at all the intention of the person writing it. Take the song Beth, by Kiss for instance, a powerful ballad about a musician on the road, and a loved one longing for his return. Hearing that song growing up, made me cry and it was sort of a let down, to learn, there never really was a Beth, it was just a song.
Recently, I had the privilege, to take in some live music with a friend. During the set intermission, the modern jukebox began to play Creep, by Radiohead, and I instantly got a lump in my throat. I turned to my friend, and admitted the song chocked me up, as there have been many times, when I was that person, sitting in front of someone wishing I was special enough to be noticed.
Wearing this black hat, really doesn't make my draw to music any different. I have to admit tho, I have found very few Pagan Artists tolerable. Instead, during candle magick or times when I need to get grounded, I usually put on nature sounds. At least, I know for sure that nature is real, and I am not attracted to a song about a sandwich.
Most of the time, what I gather from a song, is not at all the intention of the person writing it. Take the song Beth, by Kiss for instance, a powerful ballad about a musician on the road, and a loved one longing for his return. Hearing that song growing up, made me cry and it was sort of a let down, to learn, there never really was a Beth, it was just a song.
Recently, I had the privilege, to take in some live music with a friend. During the set intermission, the modern jukebox began to play Creep, by Radiohead, and I instantly got a lump in my throat. I turned to my friend, and admitted the song chocked me up, as there have been many times, when I was that person, sitting in front of someone wishing I was special enough to be noticed.
Wearing this black hat, really doesn't make my draw to music any different. I have to admit tho, I have found very few Pagan Artists tolerable. Instead, during candle magick or times when I need to get grounded, I usually put on nature sounds. At least, I know for sure that nature is real, and I am not attracted to a song about a sandwich.
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