It's kind of crazy to think that a combination of sounds have the ability to evoke such powerful reactions and emotions in people, plants, and what have you.
I love it when I hear a song, or a certain chord progression, something bubbles up from deep within me, and I just react in such unexpected ways. There are times when I'm compelled to sing, or at least lip sync with the song, times when I just start dancing (even if only in my head). Some songs just make me happy no matter what, and I really love those songs that get me all excited and hyped up.
I had a strange occurrence today. I was listening to Adele's set on Morning Becomes Eclectic on my way to work’s storage unit in West LA and I really enjoyed listening to her sing as I navigated through the Mulholland pass, and I especially liked listening to her chat between songs when she spoke with her strong, British accent.
After some talk, she started a song I haven’t heard of hers:
It may have been something in the tone of her voice, the way she sings it, the quality of her voice, I don’t know. It may have also been that I was running a bit on empty, just like my car, getting berated by two different people within a 10 hour period (this occurring at 11:30 this morning), the fact I was feeling all this, and had to think I was going to go through the rest of my day and then drive to the Torrance airport at 10pm today.
There just came a point when I was looking straight ahead and tears started to well up in my eyes.
It definitely wasn’t a good thing to happen at the moment, as I was battling traffic on the 405, but at the same time, I just wanted to let myself go. I felt as though this was a time when I needed to get something like that out of my system, as if her song evoked some bottled up emotion I wasn’t aware of or at least did not want to admit I had at the time. I figured; why not let it go, let the tears flow? I was ready to ride that emotion when I realized that I was going to the storage unit having forgotten the key to the unit (fortunately there is a copy at the office), which meant I’d have to talk to at least one person, most likely two from there, and I was going to meet with a complete stranger to donate things we no longer need for her school’s rummage sale. There was no way I was going to interact with these people all puffy eyed and pathetic, so I held the tears back to save them for what will probably be one BIG cry.
It kind of made me sad to think that I had to restrain myself like that. I certainly would have benefited getting that out of my system, had it not been for the fact that I was on the clock. I just now have to watch out: one proper chord progression, a well crafted lyric or tone in someone’s voice may send me over the edge at the most inopportune times.
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