early morning rant
What is it about music that is so powerful? why does it seem that in mid action, a simple melodic piece could transport you into a whirlwind of memories, emotions, or feelings. It happens all the time. and I think Its safe for me to assume this goes beyond my personal experiences. Its not just tunes with record deals to validate them, I mean certain rhythms appeal to a part of the brain, the nostalgia vault...and sporadically (usually at the most inconvenient of moments) they arise. I hate being in that position; thinking of the past is at least to me quite distressing because it makes me feel hopeless. Nothing you can do, nothing you can change. But in all fairness, there is also something soothing in it.
I remember when I was 8 we used to live in a house so big, it almost always seemed barren. 12 rooms (6 in the main part, 6 in the "workers quarter"), 6 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, spacious living and dining room, a terrace and 2 gardens and endless hallways. and No matter how much clutter we accumulated, no matter how many people were there at once, the house echoed like you were the only living thing there. But thats what i liked most about it. Every time it rained, it would come down like bullets in such a tranquilizing rhythm and echo off the hollowness of the house. I would lay down for hours on the marble floor in the hallway near the massive mahogany door just to listen to it. For many many years after we moved, when i was upset, or needed that soothing feeling, i would lay down in the bath tub and turn on the faucet in the sink to bring me back to that place and time.
I dont really know why i m writing about this. It kind of just came to me for some reason. another sporadic memory surge...perhaps its from something i m listnenig to right now...oh well i guess this is me..being random.
good night all
*Edit*
Oh i forgot to mention that I finally saw Bridget Jones' diary (well it was part two and i havent seen part one but none the less it was good) last night for Rachel's early b-day and had fun at Applebee's before that. crawled home around 3 in a sleepy-sleepless state (yes that can happen..its when you want to desperately go to bed because you are tired but cant because your mind just wont let you.)Many Many parties last night for the Harvard Yale game today which is in progress as I type...and if Harvard wins i hear there will be maaaaad parties ::sigh:: which i will not be attending. Then again parties arent THAT exciting...i just mainly like dressing up...and taking taxis...though yesterday we went through harvard and BC JUST to get to BU from boston commons...hmmmm. ANYWAY the rambling ends now.
I remember when I was 8 we used to live in a house so big, it almost always seemed barren. 12 rooms (6 in the main part, 6 in the "workers quarter"), 6 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, spacious living and dining room, a terrace and 2 gardens and endless hallways. and No matter how much clutter we accumulated, no matter how many people were there at once, the house echoed like you were the only living thing there. But thats what i liked most about it. Every time it rained, it would come down like bullets in such a tranquilizing rhythm and echo off the hollowness of the house. I would lay down for hours on the marble floor in the hallway near the massive mahogany door just to listen to it. For many many years after we moved, when i was upset, or needed that soothing feeling, i would lay down in the bath tub and turn on the faucet in the sink to bring me back to that place and time.
I dont really know why i m writing about this. It kind of just came to me for some reason. another sporadic memory surge...perhaps its from something i m listnenig to right now...oh well i guess this is me..being random.
good night all
*Edit*
Oh i forgot to mention that I finally saw Bridget Jones' diary (well it was part two and i havent seen part one but none the less it was good) last night for Rachel's early b-day and had fun at Applebee's before that. crawled home around 3 in a sleepy-sleepless state (yes that can happen..its when you want to desperately go to bed because you are tired but cant because your mind just wont let you.)Many Many parties last night for the Harvard Yale game today which is in progress as I type...and if Harvard wins i hear there will be maaaaad parties ::sigh:: which i will not be attending. Then again parties arent THAT exciting...i just mainly like dressing up...and taking taxis...though yesterday we went through harvard and BC JUST to get to BU from boston commons...hmmmm. ANYWAY the rambling ends now.