On our way home...

I am still amazed (and relieved!) to find that no matter what has happened to me (or what idiotic repercussions I manage to bring on myself) music can always calm me down. It was the first thing to allow me relief after I broke up with my boyfriend of almost three years, almost three years ago. (I have a distinct memory of sitting in my friend's bath tub listening to Frou Frou's "Let Go" on repeat. Thanks to the friend, the bathtub, and Zach Braff and the Garden State soundtrack for lifting me out of THAT life crisis.) Then there's the time I was innocently listening to Coldplay shortly after my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and found myself practically SHOUTING the words to "Everything's Not Lost" in my car on the way home from Athens. I could elaborate more on the issue, but I think you see my point here.

The funny thing is, it's not always the song or the lyrics that I'm listening to that seem to free me, but the fact that I am doing something that is so inherently me, and always has been me, that gives the most relief. If I drink too much and act like an ass and suffer through what I am sure, every time, is definitely the world's worst hangover, an Aimee Mann cover of a Beatles classic a few days later will bring me full circle out of my self-loathing. Most people can remember how they felt in church while they were getting "saved" (actually I do too, I was terrified) but more vivid for me was the first time I went to a Dave Matthews concert and heard all the songs I loved so much live. I remember sitting there and thinking at the time, "this must be what people mean when they say they had a religious experience." And so I suppose it seems fitting that when I stumble (which is more often than I would like to admit or have anyone know, though I have a feeling they do already) I end up turning to music to reset my tracks. (Pun intended.) When you find yourself lost and unsure of what to do next, I think it's best to do what comes naturally to take you back to yourself. For me, that is and will probably always be listening to good music. It makes me think, and imagine different versions of me where I am better and stronger than I sometimes even dare to dream I could be. (It also more than likely explains why most of my epiphanies come while I'm driving my car, since I won't leave the driveway without my iPod on.) So it is that in response to my latest discretion, I am updating my iTunes catalog on this lovely new computer of mine. I would only wish for all my friends and loved ones that they find their compass that brings them back to themselves whenever they feel lost like I do. If, by chance, they are a music lover, then I would invite them over to my house, to "lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not sing out of key."

Peace out and Rock On,

LC