As I transport through time, I am nine years old spinning around in the living room listening to my Michael Jackson VHS for the thousandth time, rewinding my favorite songs over and over again.
I don't remember the last time that I laughed, but here I was with my three best friends in the world, laughing harder than I ever have before. I was able to sneak a night away from my boyfriend, Zach, to spend the night with my friends. Zach and I have been together for a year, but I didn't stay with him out of love- I was scared to leave him.
The year is 2016. While working alone in my apartment, I’m becoming increasingly aggravated that my MacBook Pro won’t just let me be great. As an aspiring rapper, songwriter and producer with only small windows of time between my soul-sucking 9-5 job, these moments of ‘freedom’ to create are truly precious. Usually, when one thinks of a color wheel, it would seemingly bring feelings of joy or comfort....but for Apple users...well...F**k Color Wheels!! The vultures had slowly but surely been swarming around my laptop’s lifeline for some time now and I think that...this might be….CRAAAAAAAAASSHHHHHH….black screen.
It was probably one of the worst times in my life. I had a lot of crazy things that happened up until 2012. My grandfather had just passed away from cancer. My mother had given up on fighting cancer herself and decided to go through palliative care to end her life. Obviously, I was distraught about the whole thing.
Music can strike a chord on your soul at any age. It can transcend the days of darkness and forever etch in our memories the lightness of love, the days of carefree youth, and the dawn of our golden years. It can change your mood, it can set your mood, and it can record your mood. Music transports you in and out of moments in your life. It can be an anchor and it can be like a hot balloon soaring up to the clouds. It makes new memories and reinforces past ones. Music is your one true friend and also the party. It is the chameleon of life that changes tempo and beat to match its listener. Music knows no limits and transcends all ages, races, gender, and religion. It is the original equal rights opportunity. It can act as your therapist, priest, lover, and best friend. It can be the soft shoulder to cry on and the pep talk calling you out of a slump. Music is the conductor of life that transmutes the passages of time. It plays many roles in the trajectories of life. Whatever situation presents itself in life, music is there to provide the soundtrack of the time.
This paper could trigger anyone with depression and/or suicidal thoughts. PLEASE be advised, and do not read this if you don’t think you can handle these themes.
“It’s so hard to describe what an Elvis fan is. It’s a phenomenon like falling in love. You can’t describe how it happens, but when you’re in love you know it, and it’s the same when your an Elvis fan.” - Ann Moss, Journalist for the New Musical Express, 1970.
You never know how music will hit you and what it will do to you until the moment it stops everything you're doing in your tracks and really makes you listen, possibly putting you in your feels. It's always at unexpected times but when it happens its magical. The moment i listened to Indie rocker Taylor John Williams, his remastered version of The Mates of Soul touched me in a way i never thought it would. Before i met Ray i was in a previous relationship for six years, oh did i think i was inlove with this boy but i was just infatuated with him you see. I gave this boy everything i had, i was ready to be his wife and he was ready to slip into the next chick who was ready to spread his legs for him, until he got another girl pregnant. I never would have known that he was cheating just always felt it in my gut if it was for the blessing in disguise, Stephanie.
I knew something was wrong from the moment he spoke. In fact, there had been a lingering wrongness for some time.
Linkin Park Songs That I Can Relate To
As a singer, I have to be able to connect to a song. I can not imagine singing a song without singing from my heart. Also, I believe that a dull performance with no emotion is a poor performance.
The first time I listened this song, I was alone in the dark. The silence surrounded me, streetlights shone their way into my bedroom. Using the shadows from naked trees and the haphazard spaces between my blinds as a guide. I could feel the tears as they dropped from the corner of my eyes, into cold surface of my pillow, warming them with what little of my happiness they had trapped inside.