Musical Band Aids
May 12, 2009 Family, Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Random, Relationships, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked Wisdoms
Today I was reminded of a couple of things. The only one worth mentioning in public forum is that music is an amazing band-aid.
I have written many a blog about how much music affects me. Even on the days where I need complete silence in order to function properly (which rarely ever happens anymore) music still takes on a primary role in my day to day functioning.
I am always singing… humming… referencing music in everything that I do.
Don’t believe me?!
Last week on date night, D and I were sitting at the restaurant and he could not stop yawning. (yes I am that boring)
D: (yawning)”I think I am going to order some coffee.”
Me: “yeah you aren’t gonna fall asleep on me this time.” (long story)
When the coffee comes:
Me: (singing loudly and out of nowhere as he takes a sip) “I GUESS YOU’RE JUST WHAT I NEEDED!!!!!!!”
D: “Wow. Really?!”
Me: “Yep.”
D: (Taking another sip)
Me: “JUST WHAT I NEEDED!”
D: “Knock it off”
Me: “sorry.”
I really wasn’t sorry though because in the course of our meal I busted at least 2 more 80’s hair band-esque tunes out at appropriate times. I truly believe that one of the reasons that D and I are meant to be is our shared love of being dorky together… but also the shared love of music. D makes up songs for everything. As I write this song he is singing about his love for butter… Not kidding.
Today in a moment of frustration, I plugged into my i-tunes and pressed shuffle. I swear to Goddess that my i-tunes is like a fucking mood ring. It picks precisely the song I need to hear at the moment I need to hear it most. As if it is plugged into my brain or something…. weird….
Anyway, I got caught up in this moment and a bit of the ugly side of me peeked out and allowed my heart rate to rise and my blood to boil a little bit because I felt like I wasn’t being heard… and that my reasonings weren’t being understood. Sometimes my defense mechanism has a tendency to take over my thinking simply to protect my heart… and I spit venom when it is not always necessary to do so. It is something that I work on daily… but I am not perfect.
In the midst of this frustration, I pressed play and “No Rain” came on. That has to be the happiest song ever. It makes me want to wear a bee costume and spin around in circles while it plays in the background on repeat.
I listened to it over and over until I had no choice but to smile.
When I am insert emotion here, music has the ability to allow me to revel in it or it can pull me out of it as quickly as the emotion took over.
I don’t listen to much new music. I have a hard time finding a free moment to browse new artists/albums/singles… so I play it safe and stick to what I know. Usually. Unless someone recommends something good… I usually stay in the music safe zone and listen to all of the music that has impacted my life prior to my current chaos. D is good for new hip-hop/jazz/soul suggestions… but that is not what I am specifically interested in. I love good panty droppers just like the rest of us… but not always.
Do you have any new music suggestions? I always accept free music… and my birthday is quickly approaching… (hint hint but keep the screaming music and tear in my beer shit to yourself hint hint.)
I couldn’t imagine my life in silence, with no music to get me through the day. I wouldn’t want to wish deaf ears upon anyone… because if you all feel like I do… a deaf silence could be just enough of a push to send me over the edge.
Do you have a song that is your musical band aid?
Do you remember the first cassette/CD you ever owned?
What is the very first music video you remember seeing?
What kind (if any) mp3 player do you own? Would you go back to discman’s or stay with the mp3?
What is the ONE song right now that you just cannot get enough of? (it doesnt have to be new…)
Tags: blind melon, CD, ipod, mtv, music, playlist, sing, smile, song, video
I just called to say ‘I love you’
Nov 5, 2008 Friendship, Thoughts and Perceptions
When inner turmoil begins to boil over, the right person seems to call my phone and make it all better. Or at least become a temporary distraction of giggles and gossip.
She called tonight. The right fucking person. She needed to hear my laugh as much as I needed to laugh with her on the other end. From miles and miles away she knows exactly what to say. And what not to say. And, thankfully, when to fucking listen.
Typically, I don’t answer my phone. I don’t really like talking on the phone. I prefer face-to-face when I can get it, or text message if I can’t. I have a handful of people that I always answer their calls when I actually hear the phone ring… because normally, my forgetful ass leaves my phone on silent all evening after work, and miss a bajillion calls. Heh. What can I say… my phone is not that important.
Okay, I am lying. My motherfucking phone is damn important. Whatever.
Truth be told, I just have so much going on in my life that a phone conversation is an added thing to deal with. Texts, IM’s… they are multitasking forms of communication for me. They arent less personal than talking on the phone for 5 hours. Not to me. Some of my best friends ever are people who I strictly communicate via text or IM. Is that insane or what? I dont love them any differently than someone I talk to on the phone every day… Is that possible?
So I screen calls. Yep. I sure fucking do. And, I generally dont answer calls… except for when I need that call. I do not know how to explain the feeling, it is just there. If you are one who gets them… you know what I mean. Sometimes you just know that a person needs you to call them. Not wants… needs. I get the urge sometimes, and I will call that person or those people, just to make sure that they know I love them. That they hear it from my voice. Beyond any text message in the world, hearing that on the other end of the receiver makes all the difference in the world.
I appreciate my friends. The ones who get it. And me. And even if you are just like me in the sense that you just plain dont ‘do phone’… replace the word ‘called’ in the title with ‘text’ or ‘emailed’ or ‘imed’ and it is just as meaningful to me that you took the time out to act on the feeling that I may have needed to hear it.
You know??? Of course you do. You get it.
So, if a person pops into your thoughts out of no where, just take a second to ____ them and tell them you love them. It will probably 1) turn their frown upside down, 2) mean the fucking world to them and 3) take a really shitty day and pump some much needed sunshine into it.
My 2 cents.
How do you communicate with people?
Do you have close relationships with people whom you have never or rarely speak to?
Do you ‘do phone?’
Tell me of a time when that person called you, and made you smile without even really knowing that you needed it.
Tags: 'do phone', communication, friends, i love you, IM, laugh, phone, smile, sunshine, text
