I'm not musical. At all. My sister is, she plans to be a professional harpist at some point, and to be honest she could do it, easily, my mum and dad can both sing really well, and my brother...well, he's a total music snob, but he was also really good at saxophone, and piano, when he was younger. But the music-making gene seems to have skipped me.
I've got a good ear, though, and I find music painfully evocative - much more so than sights or smells. Every time I listen to Travis's "The Invisible Band" it reminds me of Paris, of being curled up in the oppressive heat in my great-uncle's flat and wishing I was somewhere else. "Halo" reminds me simultaneously of the first guy I fell in love with (he'd play that, and music like that, as loudly as possible so that his housemates wouldn't hear us getting physical) and my rebound from him, as it happened to be playing the first time we hooked up.
And then soundtracks: the music from "Requiem for a Dream" actually frightens me; the scores of "Gladiator" and "The Last of the Mohicans" regularly make me cry; "K-Pax" music engages my brain.
There's not much point to all this, except for the simple fact that music means different things to different people, obviously. While a certain tune might be enough to reduce me to a ball of tears, it might simultaneously be the most uplifting thing someone else has ever experienced.
It brings back to me a point that my mother never tires of pounding home to me - do not assume to know what other people think, or how they will react. It's sometimes hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I'm not the only one who has thoughts - everyone else is looking out at the world from inside their own heads, too, and what they're seeing is not the same as what I am.
Unknown "Ms DS" Tired
- 16 years, 9 months, 9 days ago
