When all else fails…Music

Music is such a fun and lively and mood enhancing and comfort.

I turn to music almost more than I turn to anything else when I need to get out of a mood, when I need to get into a mood, when I need a smile, a reminder, a hug, a good memory, a certain feeling, to feel safe, and when I need to clean the house.

Music got me through some of the most awful things as a teenager. Music got me through some incredibly lonely times. Music got me through heartache and loss.

And music often gets me to the memories of my grandpa, to the memories of when parts of life made sense, when I need to feel connected to something or someone that isn’t physically there.

Music influences my writing as much as anything else does. A song, a melody, a harmony, a guitar riff, a bass line, a lyric can convey exactly what I’m feeling and exactly what I need to infuse into a character or a situation.

Things in life are a bit strange and crazy and fucking scary. People are getting sick by the tens of thousands and people are dying by the thousands. Cities and states and whole countries are under Stay-At-Home orders by local and federal governments as efforts are made to curtail the spread of Covid-19.

The Internet has become the place to be for virtual concerts by celebrities, by bands we love, by people we don’t even know. Music has always come together when there’s something that needs the support of the population at large around the world. This time in history is no different. Music comes to the rescue when we need our collective spirits lifted and attention drawn to the bigger picture.

I know I’ve needed it and turned to it more in recent days.

Spotify is constantly on when I am doing anything at all or when I just need to drown out the dread and fear and worry for a while. It’s not good for us to watch so much negative, to be exposed to so much sadness and horror because our moods spiral downward, and our anger, stress, anxiety, and depression spikes. Music, though… We can never be exposed to too much. At least, in my humble opinion we can’t.

What’s comforted me lately is the music that got me through those horrible times as a teenager I referenced earlier. Prolonged sexual abuse led to an inability to process stress and fear and I developed a medical condition, depression, and an inability to trust anyone. Music got me to the other side, both listening to and attending live concerts.

80’s Pop (mostly European acts)

Duran Duran…my all-time favorite. Forever.

I have an 80’s playlist on Spotify that has 54 songs. Over 3 hours worth of songs. And I keep adding to it.

There’s a Duran Duran playlist as well that’s just… I usually listen and sing along when I’m writing blogs or doing revisions or just need them.

There’s a 60’s/70’s playlist that was started because I wanted a lot of the Guardians of the Galaxy songs that I had forgotten I knew once upon a time and the feels they give me.

I have other playlists, too, songs and classical pieces I want at my fingertips.

Music reflects our thoughts, our consciousness, our struggles as individuals and as the human race. It’s art. It’s interpretive. It’s not always and shouldn’t always be politically correct. It’s full of emotion and pain and joy. It’s a statement, a belief, a hope. It’s an expression of everything we’ve been through, are going through, and it reminds us that we’re not alone even when we feel as though we are. And at this moment in this time when many are isolated and feeling the stress of what the world is going through and when the pain and challenge seems insurmountable, I hope they’ll turn to music and find comfort in it, find a little bit of joy in a lyric, a melody, a harmony.

What about you? Do you turn to music? If so, do you have a go to band or musician or song that brings you comfort when you’re in need?

Oh, and here’s my favorite Duran Duran song…

 

Lissa

Music Monday – Manic Monday

I know, I know. I’m so very, very, very late today. I apologize. It’s been a few days since my last blog. Sounds like a confession, doesn’t it? Maybe it is.

Today’s music selection is a throwback. It wasn’t necessarily a Manic Monday for me, but it was one those days when I woke up, rolled over, and realized immediately that it was going to be one of those days. Have you ever had one?

Anyway, when I was thinking about this post earlier, this song is the one that came to mind…

If you had one of those Monday’s today, like me, I hope yours got better, as mine did.

~lissa

Music Monday – Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

starbucksredtree13There are many versions of this song, but as we are in the midst of the holiday season and holiday movies are everywhere, the movie this song always brings to mind for me is Meet Me In St. Louis.

It’s not a holiday movie. It’s more about the state fair coming to St. Louis and how it affects a family. The movie spans fall and winter on into spring, but there’s something, always something about Judy Garland singing Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas that touches me. She’s one of my favorites of all time and this one of my favorite movies of hers.

 I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday season so far…

~lissa

Music Monday – Brave

Sara Bareilles is one of my very favorite artists. She writes songs that speak to me on various levels. Pain. Hurt. Happiness. Courage. Bravery. Fear. Love. Her words are honest at any given moment for whatever my state of mind may be. I love that about music in general and her music especially. If I need to explore an emotion, a feeling, or just be…I can listen to her and something will click inside me.

Music has power over me, be it with words and lyrics or classical music without.

Her latest song, Brave, is something I’ve needed to hear for a long, long time. It’s permission, whether needed or not, to speak up. It’s a nudge and it’s something more and more of us need. We hide behind politically correct. We hide behind fear of what someone else may think. We hide behind who’s feelings may or may not be hurt. Well, in light of that, what about my feelings, or your feelings? We all have the right to say the words we need to say. Staying silent in order to spare others or ourselves from the unpleasantness of reality isn’t and doesn’t do anyone any good.

Meanness is not what I’m speaking of. But honesty, is.

As Sara says in this song, How big is your Brave?

Have a great Monday.

~lissa