Music and Story
Well, snap on a dog. It's amazing how much can change in so short a time. Obviously, there are seasons of change and seasons of stability. Still, it feels like my life has been roiling changes for the past many years. These past two years especially have been non-stop changes.
I am a whole new creature like seven times over. I interact with others differently; I have different priorities; I have different goals; I have different fears; I have different confidence; I have different skills; I even have different music tastes!
Guardians of the Galaxy is like my theme movie: family that became friends that became enemies, enemies that became friends that became family. Looking for trinkets to sell but instead finding comrades, challenges, and meaningful goals. And of course a kickass soundtrack.
I can never get over how beautifully those movies balanced absurd humor with impactful emotions. Yondu in Guardians 1 was this skeevy smuggler with a magic arrow. In Guardians 2, he was this regretting, repenting father figure who earned a full Ravager-armada-fireworks funeral. "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens burns my heart with sad/gladness. It's a beautiful song itself, but it was placed so perfectly.
After those two movies, it's somewhat disappointing to see movies that don't have music integrated with the scenes and the characters and the story. (Baby Driver was another good example of integrating music and story.)
One of my way-too-many dreams is to be a bard: to wander around playing music and telling theatrical stories. It can happen. I may not have a feathered cap and a lute, but I believe it can happen in some fashion. Not today though. Soon. Little by little.
I'll tell you what, I still get emotionally clogged, but it's not gripping like it used to be. I still have my angsty issues that bubble up and stifle my brain, but those are bad days now and not the default status. Friends are magical.
It's scary to observe myself feeling like I don't belong. It was only a couple days ago I was standing with some dear hearts, chatting about nothing in particular. For maybe just a minute, the notion washed over me that I didn't belong, that I was an imposter or an invader. It was freaky stuff. But the contrast is magical.
In other news, I forget the other thing I had to do. Ah! I have to email a lady about classes.
Thanks for reading.
Pip pip, cheerio.
I am a whole new creature like seven times over. I interact with others differently; I have different priorities; I have different goals; I have different fears; I have different confidence; I have different skills; I even have different music tastes!
Guardians of the Galaxy is like my theme movie: family that became friends that became enemies, enemies that became friends that became family. Looking for trinkets to sell but instead finding comrades, challenges, and meaningful goals. And of course a kickass soundtrack.
I can never get over how beautifully those movies balanced absurd humor with impactful emotions. Yondu in Guardians 1 was this skeevy smuggler with a magic arrow. In Guardians 2, he was this regretting, repenting father figure who earned a full Ravager-armada-fireworks funeral. "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens burns my heart with sad/gladness. It's a beautiful song itself, but it was placed so perfectly.
After those two movies, it's somewhat disappointing to see movies that don't have music integrated with the scenes and the characters and the story. (Baby Driver was another good example of integrating music and story.)
One of my way-too-many dreams is to be a bard: to wander around playing music and telling theatrical stories. It can happen. I may not have a feathered cap and a lute, but I believe it can happen in some fashion. Not today though. Soon. Little by little.
I'll tell you what, I still get emotionally clogged, but it's not gripping like it used to be. I still have my angsty issues that bubble up and stifle my brain, but those are bad days now and not the default status. Friends are magical.
It's scary to observe myself feeling like I don't belong. It was only a couple days ago I was standing with some dear hearts, chatting about nothing in particular. For maybe just a minute, the notion washed over me that I didn't belong, that I was an imposter or an invader. It was freaky stuff. But the contrast is magical.
In other news, I forget the other thing I had to do. Ah! I have to email a lady about classes.
Thanks for reading.
Pip pip, cheerio.
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