Music still Inspires

I chose the song by Cee-Lo because it is one of the most poetic pieces I could come up with off the top of my head. It gives a better impression for people who may have a bias for rap. I could pull out a lot of stuff that give similar surprising impressions. I include this stuff because it is one of the reasons I chose to be an English major. My passion is writing, but not just the literary analysis papers we continually are whipped into completing but creatively and I have always been fascinated with poetry. I myself am not very good at it but I can appreciate those who are. I will forever remember Dr. S because of he introduced me to Wallace Stevens. He is one of the poets that I never dislike their work. Those poets are few and far between but always I am impressed with Stevens. Though I cannot remember what poem we discussed in this class, besides The Idea of Order at Key West. I know that I liked it and would feel a great amount of envy for his skill. Of course I have felt, as I'm sure many would be creative writers, great lamentation that I can only dream to equal Shakespeare, but I digress. The skills of MC are also on par with these great poets, only in a different medium. So in effect I have been spurred into a course of because of "ghosts" from my past and the jealousy and envy I feel for other writers. Oh my angst.

I am rambling and I apologize. The point that I am trying to make is that music is a major aspect of any epiphany, the emotions that songs and music can evoke in us are powerful and when harnessed in the correct way can enlighten us. The only problem that I have with my memories that are dominated by the sounds are heard are so often in an altered state of mind that they become fuzzy and it isn't so much what I was hearing or even what I was doing that I remember. I remember the feelings that I was having during the event, how it altered my perception of the world around me and how it still, years later can evoke those emotions in me.

The memory that is the most vivid for me is when I was in high school, or maybe a freshman in college. The year doesn't matter nor is it relevant what time of year it was. It does matter what the time of day was, midnight, actually. My friends and I had been out together doing what irresponsible teenagers do best and decided to go on a journey. During this journey one song was played that all of us (four male friends) experienced the created the same emotions in all of us. Without a word the song was repeated and the car became quiet as we listened to the song again and again. The feeling that we all shared was incredibly intense and in our altered state of mind an event that affected mind, body and soul. It made us feel a deep connection with each other and the music. I will always remember that trip vividly but very narrowed. Even now I mostly remember the song and a few flashes of images I saw that I could associate with what I was hearing. No one can deny the intense emotions and memories can be associated and caused by listening to something truly genius. I can think of another time that music was used to evoke an epiphany. This was once again in a Dr. S class. Last semester in Bible Lit. we listened to a boys choir sing a hymn, though the name now escapes me (I could probably look on my other blog), but it was when a small boy's piercingly clear and high voice is heard amongst all the others. This was a moment of awareness that was awakened by the divinity in a child's voice.