Music is powerful. I am sure everyone agrees that music can change your mind frame, your mood, your energy and in many cases, your life.
Whether music affects you by its beat, its rhythm, its melody, or its lyrics, it moves you. There is even certain music that can annoy the hell out of you, but it is still causing an effect on you.
Songs can stay in your brain, rolling around as earworms, or they can resonate with you. Often times I will hear a new song and like it enough to Shazam it, and find it on iTunes, even after listening to it for the first time.
It is an art that resonates, just as words in books or colors on a canvas. It’s used for marketing, entertaining, therapy, energetic settings, and so much more-KNOWING that it will affect those who participate and hear it.
I LOVE MUSIC
Throughout my life, music has always been in the background. Even when I was going through horrible events of torment, music was a part of it. To this day there are a few songs I cannot listen to, as they cause recollections of my past to creep in, that need to stay in the past.
I have a weird mind for song lyrics, musician names, and titles. It’s been a strange oddity my entire life, to the point where people call me “weird” for knowing so much about music and so little about politics. I choose my mental priorities differently than some, what can I say? I would rather have a catalog of good art in my head storage than to know what is happening in political corruption this week
Most people have “that song” or multiple songs that seem to be written just for them. You can be driving in your car, or at a club, or sitting at home with the radio on, and “Your song”, “Your jam”, “Your tune” comes on. You turn it up, zone out and listen to it with a feeling of content until it ends. Maybe that’s just me, although I doubt I’m alone here.
There are many musicians I am in love with. I listen to multiple genres-from Country, to rap, to 80s and 90s music, pop music, classical, reggae, metal, rock, 50’s and 60’s genres- almost ANYTHING and everything that sounds pleasing in my current environment. I love smooth, quiet songs when I write, and loud, crazy music when I workout. I flip through stations and genres like a madwoman when I drive. I love concerts and every time I have tickets for one, my inner teenager comes out and I become more excited than Christmas morning.
I heard this song in the late 90’s on a brutally hot summer afternoon. I had just gone through a huge family battle in court, and my (then) husband was driving my truck with me in my own passenger seat. The windows were down as he was having a smoke, and the radio was on loud enough to hear inside the breezy cab. I heard these words:
~ And I don’t want the world to see me, ’cause I don’t think that they’d understand. When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am~ Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls
Now, if you are a movie buff, you know that this was part of the City of Angels Soundtrack. At the time, I didn’t know that. All I know it that the words of the Goo Goo Dolls cut through my soul that day, and I NEEDED to hear it again and again, even after the first time I listened to it.
As a writer, it is almost inconceivable to be able to write 31 words that are so profound, yet so simple. How wonderful would it be to write a few sentences that forever resonate with listeners/readers in the way that these words struck me. The melody and the sound of Johnny Rzenik’s voice hit me like a ton of bricks, from ONE verse. That is such a powerful weapon and an art that I envy. Even after 20 years, if “my song” comes on my satellite radio or my iPod playlist, I crank it and belt it out, as if I wrote it myself.
I write, simply to write. I love it when there are bonuses of resonating with a handful of people who read my work on Medium, and I long to do so. I began my writing journey, like everyone, in hopes of creating something that would become a fond memory, as “story lyrics”, or meaningful quotes. I write to show lessons of resiliency and for people to understand who I am. When music can reach your soul in the way that it does, it makes me wonder if our words would touch people more deeply, if there were melodies and soothing voices behind them. In some cases, my words should have angry guitar riffs and drum solos to reverberate my feelings. But, alas, I am not a musician. I am simply a writer.
At that moment, that ONE song seemed to be written for my life. I had spent all of my years, to that point, hiding from the world like a scared child. I knew people wouldn’t understand me, and my soul purpose in life was to MAKE my husband understand who I was, and why. As it turned out, he never did truly understand.
My writing journey has taught me one valuable lesson, however, thanks to the beautiful Iris song- I no longer hide from the world. I DO want the world to see me now, even if the world is made to be broken. I just want you to know who I am.
I would LOVE to hear your song lyrics. Share, share, share! ❤