March 30, 2008
If you look at the comments from yesterday my friend Erin pointed out that she bought a t-shirt that said this and thought of me. I love the fact that she "gets it" about music. I know many of you do also.
I am frustrated this evening because its not always easy having a passion that is misunderstood. The fact that I love music is often the source of teasing and jokes where I work. I try my best to not even bring it up in front of them anymore.
You know when you hear a song - lyrics and/or music - and you can FEEL it, it MOVES you inside (and maybe outside too) and you just feel more alive, during that song you are not wherever you are, you are "in" the music? Well apparently not everyone feels that way.
If you were to ask me what's more important to me: lyrics or music. I can't say. Sometimes it takes no words to convey a message, the instruments create a mood that says it all. Sometimes the music is just a means for the words to be heard. Most of the time (for me) its the combination of both so closely woven together that they one.
Sometimes when I listen to music I just hurt.
I hurt tonight. I am listening to U2 and wishing people gave a shit about other people. I wish war was non-existent. I wish poverty wasn't a death warrant if you were born on the wrong continent. I wish we would judge either on our character not our looks, or religion, or social status or ethnicity.
And I don't mind admitting that I am lonely. I wish I had a boyfriend other than music. But at least music will always be here for me.
Now playing: U2 - Grace