I took a little break from listening to a song, and now I listened to it and teared up. Is it the melody that is so beautiful that makes us emotional, or is it that the melody evokes emotions, or is it the thoughts that go along with the idea of a song that make us emotional? Either way, it's nice. A good kind of emotional. It's just an interesting phenomenon that I guess doesn't need to be analyzed; I was just curious.
It inspired me to play piano for a while, and that was nice too. It's been a little while. I will never ever ever understand why anyone in his right mind (ah...) would not like hearing someone play music. Even if someone is struggling, I enjoy hearing live music--let alone if it's being played well. One of my favorite things when I was taking piano lessons a year or so ago was that her next door neighbor is a pianist in a jazz trio. Once in a while, as I was coming to or leaving the building, I'd hear them playing, and the only way I knew it wasn't a cd is that I could see them through the window playing. That was amazing. I would just stand there for a while. But I guess I"m of a relatively sound mind. I hate my neighbors. I guess I'm stubborn if it's still daytime; I'm never going to play with headphones as long as it's a decent hour because why should I? I guess I should consider it, but PLTH!
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