I adore sad songs. I mean listening to sad music can make you, well... depressed but it's just so much more powerful than upbeat stuff. Sad songs are sad in all different kinds of ways, there's ghostly sad like (Cat Power) angry sad, (The National) existential sad (Cat Stevens) and casual glum (Kate Nash- Navy Taxi). Some don't even have lyrics, like one of Yann Tiersen's from the Amelie soundtrack or Yo Yo Ma's from "Casualties of War".
A few months back I read Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks (thump...thump, I've a crush on him, not in a bad way, just want to adopt him as an uncle or something) and there was one passage that really stood out. Music critic Nick Coleman, wrote about losing his ability to appreciate the emotional resonance of music when he lost hearing in one of his ears. “I used to hear ‘buildings’ … three-dimensional forms of architectural substance and tension … I now only get architectural drawings … I can’t enter music and I can’t perceive its inner spaces.”
I go to sleep and wake up with songs in my head. Every, every day. I don't know what I'd do if I lost the power that music has. I guess then I'd really be sad.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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- Things you should know. I like to write, box, nap, read and be read to--mostly fiction, the kind of books that play like movies in your head, whether awake or asleep. I need at least a couple spoonfuls of organic crunchy peanut butter each day to function. Every, every day. And to answer your question(s): half-full, dogs, mornings, summers, and more than one. I write for findingDulcinea. (Header photo: pixonomy Flickr photostream/CC)
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