There’s always something special about listening to a song, and realizing that a certain line, or a turn of phrase can bring you to a place you hadn’t been in a while. Whether it helps you remember a smell, or perhaps a kiss, or a touch or some sensation that you shared with someone else. For others it might help them remember a moment that’s less than appealing, maybe there’s a tune or hymn that breaks your heart all over again, remembering that the words that followed were “I’m sorry, i don’t think this is going to work out any longer…” To each their own right? I mean realistically there’s something unique about each line, and each song and each moment that someone has that remains theirs forever. Isn’t that liberating though? Isn’t there something special about knowing that when you’re older, and your hair has gone gray (or in my case more gray…) and your skin shows signs of battle scars from past fights or stresses… you’ll be able to plug in and press play and remember what that one night in the back seat of a ford explorer meant to you? …and the power that it had even years later? Maybe you’ve forgotten the context, or the rest of the day around it… or maybe it helps you remember everything… Although no matter what that song will remain your time machine for better things long forgotten. I suppose for me a certain line has helped me remember winter’s veiled adolescent heartaches. I wear those scars proudly though. Best friend turned lover, turned enemy. You couldn’t write a better script for tragic rom-com if you took notes from Wes Anderson himself. To his note though, any romantic jest that Anderson puts forth is pretty well hidden from most every day instances. I mean I have a hard enough time identifying the fucking themes in his movies, let alone relate to a Natalie Portman-esk character shown as being beautiful, lethal and disarming. But I digress. I hear ‘The Postal Service’ composing lines of fire-escape balconies attached crudely to the side of aging brick, and i think to myself… isn’t that beautiful? The image of a cute girl riddled with the strife of every day stresses, curled up with a cup of tea and book recommended by a friend of a friend. Having a fall fresh morning great her in a way she was hoping it would. How does a song make me do that? How does a line, or a hook show me what he might have been feeling when the line was created? Maybe that’s my own theme though, maybe it wasn’t a cute girl finding life’s beautiful escapes… maybe it was actually a girl sitting outside after a destroying argument that concluded with a slammed door a packed bag with a heart breaking line similar to those with little hope of repair.
Why is it that creatively, the one thing that really gets me inspired happens to be the thought of love and loss, and hell maybe even the occasional fuck stemmed from a lustful evening of shared looks and heated glances. I’ll never quite understand it. Maybe it’s the remnants of a good line from Panic! At the disco, or a tragic melody delivered by late night moments with Dashboard Confessional… Who really knows though… I’m not sure what I’m left with after all of those high school fairytales. University offered me the time to grow as a person, yes, but it offered moments shared better with a shitty Asher Roth song, or hell, maybe even a good line delivered from Weezer’s Blue Album…. but …. it’s just not the same anymore… you know? A good song, to transport you back to the moments that really defined your life and your attitude… having that one catchy beat show you what Frou Frou meant in the line there truly is “beauty in the breakdown.” Hell, i don’t even know what I’m really trying to write here. Maybe I’m just in love with music and the moments that accompany it. Maybe I’m distracting myself from the turbulent air that’s delivered to the wings and body of my plane. Or maybe it’s because there are always going to be those moments where I hope, above hope, that my children will one day develop the same love of music as i have, and share their moments and their heartbreaks with friends met with headphones when their skin is aged and I can no longer share those moments with them. Maybe one song will stick out to them and help them remember the moments we shared together… that way… we’ll never really be apart… will we?
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