PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES.
this is what falling in love feels like
We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.
When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.
It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable.
Mark Nepo in The Book of Awakening
Song: “Green Gloves” by The National
To me, songs are kind of like bookmarks. Have you ever listened to a song that you haven’t heard in a while, and all of a sudden, all the memories of that time period come back, and you remember what your life used to be like. They’re like milestones in your life.
So yesterday I took a few songs that I grew up with and liked from my dad’s partial music library.
It’s 2 in the morning, and listening to them make me feel like an anti-social hermit (which admittedly, I am. Sometimes - most especially at 2 IN THE FUCKING MORNING when everyone’s asleep).
Right now, Celine Dion’s “All By Myself” is playing.
Earlier, I heard Blue Magic’s “Just Don’t Wanna Be Lonely”, The Carpenters’ “Won’t Last a Day Without You”…
Sometimes I feel that my life is one big music video (mockumentary?) where the seemingly insignificant moments are underscored by the most appropriate songs. (This happens so often that it makes me 1) laugh quietly to myself and/or 2) ask the Omnipresent Being/God/Universe if It’s making fun of me
because of many reasons I can only think of as the special snowflake that I am.)
ANYWAY, off-topic: I was looking for the synonym for “appropriate” a minute ago and these are what Google search suggested.
Oh, general internet population. So eloquent! #LQTM
Tinatawanan lang ni Hudas
Ako’t ikaw, tayong lahat
But the words you want to hear
You will never hear from me.
The whole album is my current earworm right now, it hurts. (Everything resonates meaning for me - this song especially.)
Bob Dylan and George Harrison ~ All I Have To Do Is Dream ~
(Everly Brothers cover - bootleg)
I’ve always been vocal about my hatred for auto-tune, but I could never really explain why until it hit me today. (I should thank Ms. Hill, Mariah, Bone-Thugs and Toploader for this weekend. But anyway…)
I hate auto-tune because it dilutes the feelings conveyed by one’s voice.
In my opinion, music should move you - whether it be an instrumental track or vocal-driven one. Great singers should be able to give you goosebumps at reaching their highest and lowest octaves. And, as in speech, the nuances in one’s voice make people respond to a song by creating more depth in the lyrical message.
Of course, good lyrics and instruments dictate the musical experience as well, since they are necessary to create the “big picture”. Think of the lyrics (the message) as the foreground, the voice the middleground, and the instruments the background of a picture.
Auto-tune, on the other hand, does a disservice to music because it makes everyone sound like soulless robots. There’s no nuances to relate to, no middleground to connect the foreground and background and create a cohesive picture - a memorable feeling that one gets from a song.
Oh my god, I see you clearly now