Soundtrack of Life

I have sung the praises of music time and time again and I have to say I never get tired of paying homage to it and if you do please read another blog. I wish I were a musician, though I doubt I would be any good. I am far better a listener; one who gathers and applies music to life's memories and plight. I can say with great amount of certainty and longing that I live for music and what it can make me feel and remember through feeling.

There are songs that color the very sunset of memories in such vibrant a manner that one would be just downright evil in nature not to be moved by a well place note and lyric. I have tucked memories away with songs vowing to never listen to those songs again so that I can never again have those memories. I have repeated the awe inspiring listening of songs because there are some memories I never want to leave. I have abused the emotion boosting songs to help exorcise the very torment, happiness, love, laziness and energy right out of me. There isn't anything music cannot emotionally reproduce for me.....and yes it can quite literally invoke the edge of ecstasy from my loins as well.

What better place to lose yourself than in a safe haven of those that are like minded and those that aren't but you wish they were. I am not without a thought or situations of my own that could be laid to music for a marriage of delight and enlightenment; but, somehow I don't think that others would relate as well to my musings. I wonder if musicians think that about some of their songs? I wonder if they care? I wonder if they are amazed and amused by those who think they get it and connect to something in their music when something totally different was intended.

The closest I have ever come to experiencing something similar to this is when I allowed a college classmate to read a poem I wrote. She read it and liked it. I told her I wrote it and she expressed what she thought the poem was about. When I told her she was wrong and what I had in mind when I wrote it she proceeded to argue with me about it. How odd is that? How can you argue with the author of a piece about the content and meaning of their work? She had to be on crack or something, right? After cooling off I was amused. I am not saying by any means that I am Shakespeare or in spitting distance of his ilk, I couldn't even be his chambermaid quite honestly. Imagine if I were to tell him that Romeo & Juliet wasn't about the two lovers and their demise but about the fashion of the day and age. Geez, I can hear Shakespeare turning in his grave.

This is why I will never really interpret a song. I will only apply to it my own experience, memory and emotion like a marker in time and space. My time and space which needs background, transition and emphasis music in order to make my life a little more worth looking in on. Looking merely at the person isn't enough until you get to hear the music that chooses that person and how that person applies it along the way.

I got trapped tonight watching VH1. VH1 is a trap don't let it fool you. '100 Greatest Songs of the 90s', good gracious I flipped to the channel in the 80s part of the countdown. I hate that I did that because three hours later and I now am driven to download well over half those songs so that I can get a little 90s memory recap. Makes me think that I need to create a new playlist. Make me feel like I need to bump up the 80GB iPOD to a top of the list item. Makes me want to stay up late to listen to songs that I haven't heard in a long time. Makes me think about the soundtrack of my life thus far and how well played it has been from time to time even though my life hasn't been.