Monday, February 11, 2013

From now until forever

It's hard to put into words. It's hard to describe music. And I don't mean the noise you hear; I mean the moments and emotions it can create. I can't think of anything else that is so universally appreciated and used as a form of self expression and celebration, and even in times of sorrow. Music is just an absolutely incredible thing.
I think [or rather hope] we've all had that moment that makes us feel infinite. I don't know if you have heard of, read, or seen Perks of Being A Wallflower, but there is a line that the main character says while writing about a moment he had with his friends while listening to music
"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite." 
we were infinite
Music is the only thing that can create infinity. It lasts forever. We still have songs and tunes from hundreds and hundreds of years ago. And I find that astounding.
An example of infinity: tonight we had a few single adults over at my house making Valentines. My guitar somehow ended up in the kitchen where it was then played by at least three different people. While in the hands of one of these musicians, it started creating eternity. Our guest guitarist started playing a song that the entire audience of ten or more knew and almost all ten or more started singing along. It was one of those beautiful moments where it's ok to not show emotion when you're feeling emotional. Even though there was noise, one was able to think deeply about how the event was playing out. Complete strangers were harmonizing and singing and laughing all because of one common interest: music.
But you don't want me to drone on about this. I bet all you really want to do is try to find a moment like that yourself. And when you do, I want you to leave a comment below and share your moment of infinity.



Saturday, February 2, 2013

There's no place like home to make me feel alone

[sorry I took so long like a bum. also, sorry that it's written in the past.]

Tonight was spent fangirling over Yellowcard.

With Cardy #1 not present, we were free to scream and cry and squeal and sigh. We obsessed over Ryan Key and sang every harmony we could. We couldn't stop smiling.

I was supposed to text her when I got home and I didn't. Dang.

There's something about loving a band with someone else. Janelle and #1 and Yellowcard all go hand in hand. I can't listen to the music without thinking of them, and I can't talk to them without mentioning the music. Tonight, the music was both the main attraction and the backdrop to our conversation about life and boys and drawing in the dark. It was the constant in our formula of friendship. Sometimes, we go on adventures and sometimes we are the most boring people who thought eating microwave popcorn and sitting on facebook was exciting.

But the music is always there.