I’ve already written about the fact the iPod Touch is a gadget everyone should have. Besides doing everthing else underneath the sun, it also plays music. Yep, a mini computer that even cranks out the tunes, what a concept.
At any rate, it’s got me back in the business of listening to music. I was going gonzo over songs when I was working out so much (a process I have to get back into very soon, if not today!)
You can listen to songs over speakers in your living room but there’s a whole other side to getting up close and personal to the singing and the music via headphones. Sure, there’s the concern of damage to your eardrums but do we really need to worry about that now?
I listened to the Mama’s & the Papa’s version of “Dedicated To The One I Love”. The Shirelles did the original hit version earlier in the 1960’s. The latter hit version contains the Mama’s & the Papa’s layered harmonies that make the song hard to pause.
You could listen to Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” at home and get one experience. There’s a whole different magic awaiting you through your iPod or mp3 player. Take a listen and see what I’m talking about.
I’ve always said music can control my emotions and even give me energy. I can pull the energy out of a song like nobody’s business. I played the Fugees’ “Killing Me Softly” to death back in the day (as they say). I milked Jack Johnson’s tunes for all they are worth. Music is magical for me. I couldn’t do without it. It make make you remember places, emotions, good times, bad times and even smells (at least for me in some occasions)
The summer when Fleetwood Mac was making their comeback, I couldn’t get enough of their music. I bought about everything there was that was Fleetwood Mac. The Barenaked Ladies are the same with me.
In many cases, it’s the emotions and the memories that music elicits from me and many other people. I can’t hear certain songs without thinking about past relationships. I can’t hear
“Celebration” by Kool & the Gang without thinking of going to Tony & Ann’s house and all of the get-togethers my parents went to in their basement. I can’t hear the “1988 Winter Olympics Theme” without thinking of Auction at Ashland University. God, we probably heard that theme 80,000 times during the big production.
Every time I hear that new song that I can’t get out of my head, I think I wonder what sort of memory or emotion it will bring several years later. I hope they’ll be the kind that bring me happiness. Listening to music is much easier when the song isn’t tied to a bad time in your life.
Happy listening!