I had an incredibly unique and personal experience the other day...Lately, I've found it difficult to listen to my favorite band...feeling reminded of things I'm trying hard to put away for now. And as much as I love the beautiful melodies, the flowing loops, the ass-shaking rhythms and the delicately placed samples, I'm not quite ready to confront the emotions I've attached to them. For a person like me, who uses music as a sanctuary, this has been slightly devastating. Almost a feeling of loss and even emptiness...something missing. Strangely poignant that this should happen to me, one who fully believes in the soundtrack of life's experiences.
This scene wasn't any different; it was a regular early evening commute on the train surrounded by people with a similar destination...home. But on this particular day, though nothing had changed with my situation, I decided to delve into an album which I knew could either bring me incredible joy or unbearable regret. Immediately a roller coaster of emotions charged through me...one memory after another riding piggy-back with each song. Record player dust, dirty hostels, park singalongs, smokey rooms, and lyrical debates...
And suddenly, it all stopped, and my entire being, both body and mind, felt at peace. All that mattered was this song. This one song. A song that since first heard by my ears has just drawn me in...precisely like this. Sober or stoned, happy or sad...this song had always been able to move me, sometimes bringing so much glee I shed joyful tears. A song that has no attachment to anything in my life, but me. Never until this moment had I ever felt such passionate ownership of music that I didn't create. But I felt it...this song is mine. There is a friendship and love so pure between us that goes deeper than emotions... Now some may think that me having a "friendship" with a song is going a little far, but with the limits of vocabulary...this is the only way to describe the relationship. Simply perfect.
Animal Collective - Banshee Beat
From the first chord movement until the fading snare, I'm holding hands with the beat the entire way. This is, in my highest opinion, all that is beautiful in music.
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3 comments:
I also have the habit of attaching faces, places, and memories to songs.
It's why there are some songs on my ipod that I haven't listened to in years.
i knew you were talking about banshee beat before i even saw it there
You know me well.
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