Half a dozen streets and a bit of wasteland (4)
Yes.
yes
No.
When you in a low mood, you feel more alone than ever. A cheerful company can help, but that remedy isn’t always at hand.
You find comfort in a sad song, because it’s in the same frequencies with your state of mind. In realization that your feelings are shared by some one else. You are not less alone, but you are not isolated then.
When you in a low mood, you feel more alone than ever. A cheerful company can help, but that remedy isn’t always at hand.
You find comfort in a sad song, because it’s in the same frequencies with your state of mind. In realization that your feelings are shared by some one else. You are not less alone, but you are not isolated then.
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How come a bit of sadness makes better music, than what a man overwhelmed by joy can create?
When is a song the very best, and why is it so?
It’s not Bruce Springsteen singing about happy days had whilst visiting some exciting Marrakech, it’s when he sings…
Lights out tonight trouble in the heartland
Got a head-on collision smashin' in my guts man
I'm caught in a crossfire that I don't understand
But there's one thing I know for sure girl I don't give a damn
For the same old played out scenes baby I don't give a damn
For just the in-betweens honey I want the heart I want the soul
I want control right now you better listen to me baby
Talk about a dream, try to make it real
You wake up in the night with a fear so real
You spend your life waiting for a moment that just don't come
Well don't waste your time waiting
It’s not Johnny Cash singing neither of glory nor a hallelujah to life, it’s when he sings…
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
OK, it’s simply breathtakingly brilliant and beautiful when Van Morrison sings… I’m in heaven when you smile, but the even better one is…
I wished I had you in carrickfergus,
Only for nights in ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.
But the sea is wide and I can?t swim over
And neither have I wings to fly.
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die.
When you’re down and out, like all of us are from time to time, I reckon we deal with it basically the same way. Either we lock ourselves inside a room, remain there deliberately lone, soaked in tears of self-pity, mind full of agonizing thoughts, heart full of sorrow, and soul almost bursting by the pain, or we seek the company of those who can brighten the dim which misery brought, vision veiled behind moist eyes, and with that a sudden stumble stolen by misery on the path which is your life.
But how come, what kind of logic is in working, when the best music is the gloomy kind, and it does not make you sad, it does not bring you down, it does not fill you with any negative, it makes you almost explode and levitate due to the joyous power streaming from the words and the chords?
It doesn’t make sense.
If I’m down, I really don’t want people who are down around me, I want someone there to brighten my day, help me pick myself up. That’s what we all want, no?
But with music, how come it’s the other way around, sort of?
How come the best and most uplifting songs are the ones most gloomy?
How come the best love songs are the gloomy ones?
Ever had that feeling of listening to a love song, which so evidently, both in verses, voice and notes was of love lost, devastating experience described, and it was yet so damn great you wanted to open the window and shout your profound love to that love song, because it was so damn great, and made you arrive to such a glorious mood?
Half a dozen streets and a bit of wasteland, you can walk past half a dozen streets and a wasteland, that’s where inspiration for a great song will arrive, not when you’re walking through a carnival.
Am I wrong?