Hey Jude..
So. "Hey Jude" is now completely ruined for me. As if it weren't bad enough after the superbowl...
See, when Paul McCartney played it at the Superbowl halftime show, seeing the crowd spelling out the lyrics with red, white and blue... it touched me. And I cried...
But not NEARLY as much as I cried when he performed it, with all the guests, at Live 8. I sobbed. Like a BABY. Like I did when Boone died on Lost. It touched me so much seeing all of them together singing and the world singing along.. I couldn't help it.
Then later my mom asked what I'd been doing and I said "crying at Hey Jude.." and she asked why and as I tried to explain the why and the feelings... I started sobbing again. Needless to say she and dad looked at me like I'm a few crayons short of a crayola box... so I don't expect anyone who didn't see to get this post.
EDIT: Gracie pointed out in comments the weirdness of my comment about Boone. So I'm going to explain. When Boone died on Lost it was so unexpected to me that I cried, a little. But when it showed Jack telling Shannon about it, and her reaction and going to sit with Boone, I cried more than a little. The reason is this: There was no dialogue, nothing but swelling music. And going from the joy of seeing Claire's new baby to the complete grief of losing a loved one, it rocked me a little, because I had to imagine the characters words, thoughts, feelings. They weren't handed to me through exposition. And I had to imagine Shannon's denial at being told that her brother was dead, and the thoughts she had that she didn't get a chance to say goodbye. (And thinking this now makes me tear up..) And how it must have felt for her to have lost someone she was so close to, when she was off enjoying herself and he was suffering. When she should have been there to help in some way, like he always was for her. Basically it was like I became Shannon. By trying to understand the show, the scenes, and the characters and what they were going through and trying to tell me and what it may mean for the future it was like I really felt her grief, guilt and frustration about his death. I sobbed so loud that my parents could hear it downstairs and Mom made Dad flip to Lost (she knew I was watching it) to see why.
In summation, the thing with Boone was a grieving sob, a sob of sorrow and understanding, even though it's just TV, because it was still very real feelings. It's doubtful that a bunch of strangers will be in a plane crash and land on a "deserted" spooky monster inhabited island. But it's not to far fetched to imagine not getting the chance to say goodbye to a loved one before they die. I know people it has happened to, and seeing it like that and being forced, due to the lack of dialogue, to understand it in my own way, kind of crushed me.
However the Live 8/Superbowl Hey Jude performances were more sobs of pride and hope. Pride that people can put aside their differences and come together for one cause and hope in a better future.
The emotions were different, but the tears came from the same place and were of the same... velocity? I guess that's the word I want. In otherwords: Hard, fast, and I couldn't breathe.
See, when Paul McCartney played it at the Superbowl halftime show, seeing the crowd spelling out the lyrics with red, white and blue... it touched me. And I cried...
But not NEARLY as much as I cried when he performed it, with all the guests, at Live 8. I sobbed. Like a BABY. Like I did when Boone died on Lost. It touched me so much seeing all of them together singing and the world singing along.. I couldn't help it.
Then later my mom asked what I'd been doing and I said "crying at Hey Jude.." and she asked why and as I tried to explain the why and the feelings... I started sobbing again. Needless to say she and dad looked at me like I'm a few crayons short of a crayola box... so I don't expect anyone who didn't see to get this post.
EDIT: Gracie pointed out in comments the weirdness of my comment about Boone. So I'm going to explain. When Boone died on Lost it was so unexpected to me that I cried, a little. But when it showed Jack telling Shannon about it, and her reaction and going to sit with Boone, I cried more than a little. The reason is this: There was no dialogue, nothing but swelling music. And going from the joy of seeing Claire's new baby to the complete grief of losing a loved one, it rocked me a little, because I had to imagine the characters words, thoughts, feelings. They weren't handed to me through exposition. And I had to imagine Shannon's denial at being told that her brother was dead, and the thoughts she had that she didn't get a chance to say goodbye. (And thinking this now makes me tear up..) And how it must have felt for her to have lost someone she was so close to, when she was off enjoying herself and he was suffering. When she should have been there to help in some way, like he always was for her. Basically it was like I became Shannon. By trying to understand the show, the scenes, and the characters and what they were going through and trying to tell me and what it may mean for the future it was like I really felt her grief, guilt and frustration about his death. I sobbed so loud that my parents could hear it downstairs and Mom made Dad flip to Lost (she knew I was watching it) to see why.
In summation, the thing with Boone was a grieving sob, a sob of sorrow and understanding, even though it's just TV, because it was still very real feelings. It's doubtful that a bunch of strangers will be in a plane crash and land on a "deserted" spooky monster inhabited island. But it's not to far fetched to imagine not getting the chance to say goodbye to a loved one before they die. I know people it has happened to, and seeing it like that and being forced, due to the lack of dialogue, to understand it in my own way, kind of crushed me.
However the Live 8/Superbowl Hey Jude performances were more sobs of pride and hope. Pride that people can put aside their differences and come together for one cause and hope in a better future.
The emotions were different, but the tears came from the same place and were of the same... velocity? I guess that's the word I want. In otherwords: Hard, fast, and I couldn't breathe.