Music helps us transcend
It creates a portal
Which we may use to travel
We may jump
From place to place
And era to era
We can be changed
And become a different person
We can find ourselves
We can lose ourselves
Music is a journey through space and time
Music is a touch of the beyond
How often do you travel?
Where do you go?
And have we met before?
-Thirst
I am totally on y’r wavelength in regards to the sentiments of this poem. Music --especially good/great music-- is probably the one manifestation of human creativity that actively subverts the arbitrary boundaries of human-perceived dimensions, time (4th-dimension) included. There are certain songs when they are played on the radio that I placed such an emotional attachment to at formative moments in my life, that a vivid flood of memories of that time period overcome me and it’s almost as if I get transported to that time no matter how long ago. Sometimes it’s a function of what mood I’m in at the time when said song(s) come on, but they can also be independent of the mood I’m in before the song(s) come on. The Police’s “Every Breath You Take” --hell, just about every song on the Synchronicity album in which that song originally appeared-- is one of them. It’s not so much the subject matter of the song --ironic how so many couples play this song about an obsessed stalker at their wedding receptions b/c they think it’s so romantic - Gordon Sumner/Sting has commented on this cruel irony a number of times over the years-- but rather that that was the time (1983 when Synchronicity came out) in my life when my birth parents were getting separated and eventually divorced. It was something about the emotional sincerity more than the subject matter that struck a deep chord in me. Prince’s Purple Rain album and movie affected me in the same way. I could really identify with Prince’s character’s feeling of angstful alienation stemming from his folks’ deteriorating relationship - the father’s alcoholism and physical/verbal/psychological/emotional abuse of his wife and children and Prince’s mother’s inability to stand up for herself. It was also a poignant scene in the movie for me when Prince found the music sheets his father had hidden away in a forgotten trunk when he was throwing a fit of rage after his father had committed suicide. The music and lyrics he found on that sheet became the backbone of the title song “Purple Rain” - still one of his most moving compositions in my opinion. That album is one of the best albums of the '80’s of any genre. well, enough of me waxing nostalgic about songs that I love.
thanks, thirst, for the beautiful poem,
lhw - AKA: The Straight-faced Clown AKA: M.C. Tape-Hiss
Hi LHW,
Thanks for your comments… It’s nice to see that someone gets it…
Music is so much a part of my existence that it has shaped how I think.
Also, I am a big fan of “Purple Rain” (both song & movie).
And I never tire of hearing people describe how music affects them…
Emotions, in a world of philosophy, are far too often downplayed to have little or no value.
-Thirst4Wax
Shoutout!
Move me
Don’t try
Let the music reach me tonight
Push me over into something new
I’ve been riding all day on a bus
Just to listen to you
I love, I love, I love I love the look
In your trespassed eyes
I love, I love, I love I love the way
You can make me cry
Sink me into stirred-up sea
Something I can drown in
Only you can do this to me
I love, I love, I love I love the look
In your trespassed eyes
I love, I love, I love I love the way
You can make me cry
Fill me up
And drop me down, yeah
Now I’m alive in the valley of sound
In the valley of sound
In the valley of sound, yeah
In the valley of sound
I love, I love, I love I love the look
In your trespassed eyes, yeah
I love, I love, I love I love the way
You can make me cry
Yeah yeah, in the valley of sound
Hmm, the valley of sound, yeah yeah yeah
Valley, valley, you can,
The valley of sound
Valley of Sound
–Heather Nova