Here are two things I know to be true:
I’m not saying I’m sad, exactly, but boy are the lyrics speaking to me ALL THE TIME.
It’s getting kind of loud up in my headspace.
This happens all the time, though. Music moves me to a place that is euphoric and painful at the same exact time. Yes, that is possible.
Every song has meaning. Even the ones I haven’t heard before. All the words apply to my life in one way or another. Everything reminds me of something.
Some days, I drive to work in tears because of what comes on the radio or the next track on the CD. Many days, the music I listen to in the morning sets the mood for the entire day.
Guess I’d better choose carefully, huh?
Then again, my mood determines which songs I put on and how I respond to those songs.
It’s kind of a chicken-or-egg scenario.
This doesn’t seem exactly normal, does it? I mean, I can’t imagine my mother, for example, being hit in the gut with song lyrics on her morning commute.
How does music affect you?