"What came first? The music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns and watching violent videos, we're scared that some sort of culture of violence is taking them over...But nobody worries about kids listening to thousands -- literally thousands -- of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable, or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"
--High Fidelity
I am now on the third floor of Kirby Hall in an actual office with an actual desk and a real stapler; however my computer refuses to let me in so I am on a pre-networked computer. This has always been a dream: an office in an english department. OK, so I'm only a grad assistant and this is a shared space, ca ne fait rein, I can call it home. I am in my new office, working and spinning soul music. art is longing and sam cooke is my proof. . .
The quote above is what i finally fell asleep to last night--for a long time I was unable to watch High Fidelity--the Stevie Wonder song over the credits made me cry like a little girl. Last night I watched and felt. . .whole. Sometimes we get completion in ways we never would sanely admit to one another in the passing streetlights of nighttalking, but when we do get it, when we feel such a way, we got to do our damnedest to hold on and not let go. . . I don't want to ever let go of that feeling or (hoepfully) what led me to it. . .sometimes it's a moment, sometimes it's poem or a song or a smile, sometimes it's not that easy to pin down.
but sometimes it is. . .
pm soundtrack: soloman burke don't give up on me; marvin gaye and tammi terrell greatest hits; sam cooke the man and his music; the replacments let it be
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