I wish I could be the person who picks music for commercials, tv shows, movies, etc. Scoring-is that what they call it? I have been listening to a Matt & Kim song since at least early February, and now it's on some alcohol commercial. It's GREAT for them. But I felt like it was my little secret.
Music can affect me physically. I near tears. I hold back vomit. I tighten my fists and curl my toes. Certain songs provoke certain reactions...but if I really like a song, it produces at least one. A current and now over exposed song (thanks MTV Movie Awards) the Kings Of Leon rouser "Use Somebody" for example....there's this building up...a crescendo? I don't know the technical term but it's as if the drums are using all their might to climb a mountain, louder and louder the closer they get to the top. A feeling of joy wells inside my chest as the tension rises, a bubble in my throat. Will I cry, do I feel sick with accomplishment, climbing that musical mountain with the drummer? Almost, almost to everything.
Drums and horns have a special place in my ears. They just do it for me. Nearly any version of "Manteca"...forget about it. I'm mush. I want it to be just for me. "Did anyone else hear that? Maybe not, maybe it was just for my ears."
Music is good at being your dirty little secret until you hear it played in a place outside your car or earbuds and you see other people thinking they enjoy it. What!? They can't possibly understand it like me. I've had songs, nearly a whole careers of bands ruined in my head because of the way I saw other people experiencing the music.
It's a horrible, horrible way to be. But, I can't help it. I have loved the Killers and the Yeah Yeah Yeah's since their first little drops. When "All These Things That I've Done" became popular a few months ago, a little part of my musical soul died. The Yeah Yeah Yeah's got me through a shaky plane ride and while you would think the songs I listened to would bring up bad memories, they just make me feel strong like those drums and those belted out lyrics. "NO NO NO NO I'll HURRY WHEN I'M HOME, I'LL HURRY WHEN I'M HOME, NO NO NO NO!"
This is like trying to explain a dream. No one else is ever going to see it the way I have, and that's okay. But when Peter Bjorn and John's "Nothing to Worry About" BLOWS up, don't say I didn't warn you!
