Her Smiling Eyes

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

In response to my previous post and the introduction of Regina Spektor, I have this theory.

Music of all kinds comes into our life for a reason sometimes. At first, you may not know the meaning just yet. Maybe it has to develop meaning over time. Either way, sometimes, if you discover a band, it's cool because they are new and all. But later on, you may realize that maybe it was meant to be that you picked up that CD and gave it a chance.

For instance, at the midnight party for Harry Potter at Borders, I came across this CD. I was experimenting with different ways of finding new music. I think the name of a band/CD and/or the album art has something to do with if or if not you like a CD. Meaning, if you were to pick up a CD that had a band name/CD name/album cover to your liking, there is a good chance that you may like their music, also.

As for Regina, her album cover was very unique. She has a captain's hat on and is drinking a beer. Now, you have to really open minded when you look for new music like this. You can't judge a book by it's cover (or a CD, either). I decided to check it out with the headphone thingies, and I found out I really liked her sound. I listened to all of the samples I could and kept her name in mind.

Well, just yesterday, I finally bought her CD- almost a month later, but later is better than never.

I was listening to the CD while reading the lyrics (best way to understand new music) when number 10 hit a nerve.

"Chemo Limo"

No matter how many times I looked through the songs a month ago while I was at Borders, it never really fazed me. I mean, 'chemo' made me think of the other 'c' word and then about my grampa, my uncle, and everyone else who has be scarred or is currently plagued by the horrid word. But she had a lot of random song titles, and I didn't have any idea how she would incorporate something like that into a song. So I just thought she was making a witty song title in connection to something else. Anyway, it didn't really affect me then.

But when I heard the song all the way through for the first time last night while reading the lyrics, this sense of fear rushed through me. It hit home this time, and instead of just words...it was like she made the song just so I could relate to it. All the fears of the idea began stirring about and I felt like somehow, later, this will be the song to describe everything. And I thought about her, and I thought about the song...and somehow they intertwined in such a way where it was like she was singing it to me, not Regina.

And I was thinking about "what if?" you know...what if that plague has struck again? What would I do? Would I crack or would I try to remain composed?

A month later, and suddenly that song has struck up so much possible meaning.

Everytime track nine ends, I do my best to remember to skip track ten. I don't want to be reminded. I don't want to think about it.

But maybe it was meant to be that I found her CD. Maybe it was meant to be that I heard that song all the way through at that particular time. Because it wouldn't have made sense a month ago. It makes sense now. But I'd rather be oblivious. I don't want to understand.

Nothing is wrong. She is okay. That's final.

Jenny at 4:23 PM

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005 In response to my previous post and the introduction of Regina Spektor, I have this theory. Music of all kinds comes into our life for a reason sometimes. At first, you may not know the meaning just yet. Maybe it has to develop meaning over time. Either way, sometimes, if you discover a band, it's cool because they are new and all. But later on, you may realize that maybe it was meant to be that you picked up that CD and gave it a chance. For instance, at the midnight party for Harry Potter at Borders, I came across this CD. I was experimenting with different ways of finding new music. I think the name of a band/CD and/or the album art has something to do with if or if not you like a CD. Meaning, if you were to pick up a CD that had a band name/CD name/album cover to your liking, there is a good chance that you may like their music, also. As for Regina, her album cover was very unique. She has a captain's hat on and is drinking a beer. Now, you have to really open minded when you look for new music like this. You can't judge a book by it's cover (or a CD, either). I decided to check it out with the headphone thingies, and I found out I really liked her sound. I listened to all of the samples I could and kept her name in mind. Well, just yesterday, I finally bought her CD- almost a month later, but later is better than never. I was listening to the CD while reading the lyrics (best way to understand new music) when number 10 hit a nerve. "Chemo Limo" No matter how many times I looked through the songs a month ago while I was at Borders, it never really fazed me. I mean, 'chemo' made me think of the other 'c' word and then about my grampa, my uncle, and everyone else who has be scarred or is currently plagued by the horrid word. But she had a lot of random song titles, and I didn't have any idea how she would incorporate something like that into a song. So I just thought she was making a witty song title in connection to something else. Anyway, it didn't really affect me then. But when I heard the song all the way through for the first time last night while reading the lyrics, this sense of fear rushed through me. It hit home this time, and instead of just words...it was like she made the song just so I could relate to it. All the fears of the idea began stirring about and I felt like somehow, later, this will be the song to describe everything. And I thought about her, and I thought about the song...and somehow they intertwined in such a way where it was like she was singing it to me, not Regina. And I was thinking about "what if?" you know...what if that plague has struck again? What would I do? Would I crack or would I try to remain composed? A month later, and suddenly that song has struck up so much possible meaning. Everytime track nine ends, I do my best to remember to skip track ten. I don't want to be reminded. I don't want to think about it. But maybe it was meant to be that I found her CD. Maybe it was meant to be that I heard that song all the way through at that particular time. Because it wouldn't have made sense a month ago. It makes sense now. But I'd rather be oblivious. I don't want to understand. Nothing is wrong. She is okay. That's final. Jenny at 4:23 PM Comments: Post a Comment
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