Frequently, I am asked what music I like, what music inspires me. It fluctuates…I mean there are the stand-bys that I can turn to, to get pumped up. Survivor’s, “Eye of the Tiger” is great for those cheesy 80s moments. When getting ready for a special night with the little woman maybe I’ll toss on some Otis Redding or Sam Cooke to get into a soulful mood. Why do we feel the need to use black artists as getting ready to make sweet lovin’ music? I’m sure they don’t mind, but it just seems weird. I assume it’s cause white people have no soul. I can attest to that, I am in fact soulless as are Rick Astley, Michael Bolton and Oates from Hall and Oates.
I digress, music can inspire you in different ways. Sometimes a song inspires you to get wicked stoned, lay back and feel the music flow through you. Other times, it makes you want to better yourself in some way or achieve something greater than you have previously. Usually, for me, at least, music inspires me to write. This article for instance was inspired by My Morning Jacket’s, “Where to Begin”. My life is in a constant state of flux that I am attempting to change, not just be listening to good music but by adjusting the way I live. It’s not always easy, but essential to my survival as an adult-American (that is a designation I have just invented, trademarked bitches).
Where to begin is a haunting ballad off the Elizabethtown soundtrack, a decent movie even though it stars Snaggletooth Dunst and Orlando Bloom. All you really need to know is that Cameron Crowe wrote and directed it. The song details the feelings one feels as they try to excel in life and realize they aren’t really going anywhere. You keep trying to get over that mountain and once you do you realize that there are really a series of mountains left to climb. You go through many points in life where your friends carry you on their backs out of love, respect, loyalty, but at the end of the day you realize that it is you who must fend for yourself. It is you who must decide what path is best to insure your own happiness.
There inevitably come points where you say, “I’m over it.” & think about quitting, becoming complacent. You may even do so for a while, but that something triggers in your head that you must try, you must achieve some semblance of a stabilization that get’s you to the goals you had as that wide eyed innocent child who had not a care in the world, but knew they could do anything they wanted. It is that innocence in all of us that we desperately try to cling to as the world caves in around us. It is that feeling of the “World is Mine” that we hearken back to when we realize that we’re not where we want to be.
When I’m at my lowest point I can find a song and realize that the beauty of a tune, a lyric can bring me out of my malaise & back to the light, as it were (insert Poltergeist quote here). It is how I communicate my feelings, my general state of mind, if you will. It is how I show my gratitude to those that have helped me, stood by me & really been true friends. Things like that go along way in my book and are not soon forgotten.