Friday, April 17, 2009

I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad.......

Allow me for a moment to depress your asses. I've been hauled up in my damn bedroom all week while you all are wrapped up in your blissful foolery. I'm not normally opposed to fun, but since I'm not having any, you'll have to suffer a bit of misery with me. Enter: Mad World by Gary Jules. Excellent remake I must say, and eerily beautiful.

Let me tell you what I love so much about music. I love that at any moment, no matter what you're feeling, -happy, sad, lonely, hopeless - whatever the emotion, you can visualize yourself peeling your chest open, and exposing your soul or heart, or where ever these emotions are coming from, and there is a song playing. There is music coming out. Music is emotion, music is feeling. I love that. I love that other people feel what I feel and they put words, feeling words, to music so I can release this pressure or tension that is trapped deep inside of me. It seems freeing almost, to have someone else make art out of your emotions? No? Someone has hit the nail on the head. They've evoked my deepest passions, or wishes or wants. They've described my demons or secret desires. They've filled me with the spirit, or inspired me to a new stature. They've made me love or hate. They've induced euphoria. It changes constantly, -what we feel, and music somehow captures us in each moment we live out, -each thought, or disturbance or thrill or sorrow or despair or melancholy. It progresses us in some way. Music leaves us feeling fulfilled. When no one else understands you, you can understand yourself through the power of song. -Some lyrical genius just took what's in your soul and set it to a nice diddly so you can work through your damn issues. Shooot. Tell me that isn't brilliant?

Now carry on with your bantering. Perhaps I'll be back next week with something that ought to get your toes tapping...maybe even a bit more screamo if you're real good. Seriously, don't say you don't love me. Dang.


Mrs. Chops McGee said...

I have to agree that music is very good at releasing emotions in life and help you express what you have wanted to say but didn't know how.
I know what misery you speak of. The long periods of depression that trap you in your house at any given moment and you wonder what you did wrong to deserve such pain and misery and then you wake up feeling like you can take on the world and everything is great and fun yet nothing gets done and every body winds up getting made at you and you can't figure out why. I don't know why I am telling you this, because I was just diagnosed with a mental disorder that I can't even say out loud my self, because it sounds crazy. I am not crazy, just a mom like you trying to get through the day period. I know I offended you but did not have any intention on doing so. But I just wanted to let you know I know what you are going through and If you feel like talking just email.
Mrs. Chops Mcgee

amberd. said...

I appreciate you sharing that friend. It takes a lot to reach out, especially when sometimes we ourselves don't have much to give. Our emotional reserves are empty, and we've found that we've even borrowed from other sources just to survive the day. It leaves us physically depleated as well as mentally depleated and *sigh*, what do you do then? Aahh, put Mad World on repeat and lay expressionless on your bed I suppose. Hang in there MCM. Hold on, our rescue boat is coming. It's gotta get better. It will get better.

Cleopatra Jones said...

It always gets better. It may take a while, but eventually the sun always shines.

I love music and the power it holds. I think that it's a great blessing indeed that we have music to help us channel and connect with our emotions.

Hang in there peeps.

Cleopatra Jones said...

oh and btw- the Starmaker says it aint so bad.... listen to him.

He knows a lot of stuff.


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