On the way home last night I threw the ole’ iPod on shuffle and skipped around for a few tracks until I found something that felt right. That’s just the type of person I am; ask me to Dj for a party and I’ll have a hard time. I don’t remember Artists and Song names on the spot very well, but ask me to make a playlist and tell me what mood you’re looking for, I’m all over it. Sometimes you just have to let your(for lack of a better word) soul tell you what kind of music you’d like to hear. That’s why shuffle is such a great innovation; I don’t need to waste time thinking about what I want to listen to, I just wait until the right song comes up and ride it out.
Which brings us to my next point: What is music to you? Rather, what does it do for you, or why do you listen to it? A friend of mine asked this question a while back and it got me thinking.
So I’m in the car and this song comes up, it feels right so I let it play(in my own defense I’m not always this philosophical about what I listen to). I’d heard it many times before, and as I listened, I found myself less concentrating on the track and more thinking about what the song made me, well, think of. As with anything else, I can often associate music with an event, or and emotion, or a period of my life. In a fairly detailed manner I started thinking about a girl I had recently become re-aquainted with and how things might turn out between us and all of these other things associated with it; and I haven’t even reached the 2-minute mark on the song yet! Other thoughts flowed in and out and before I had realized it, the 8 minute song was just about over and I snapped out of my “day”dream, surprised at myself for getting so lost in my thoughts so quickly.
On the opposite spectrum, music can have a great physical affect on us. This place where I was coming home from was a bboy(breakdance) session where off and on for 3 hours I danced my behind off. I consider myself to be in pretty good shape, but 10 minutes of going at it hard can leave even the most conditioned athletes gasping for air. So what makes a person able to push through the exhaustion? You guessed it. Ask any bboy, or any dancer for that matter, and they’ll tell you that when you hear a great song come on, you’ll be back on your feet like Jason Statham after a bad movie or Popeye after a can of his favorite green stuff.
So when’s your favorite time to listen to music? Where do you like to listen to it the most?