Posts Tagged 'Five For Fighting'
January 20, 2010
I write about music a lot; and for good reason. Like so many people, I adore music, and no matter what I’m doing, music is either coloring or being colored by my circumstance. And like so many people, after a hitherto existence’s worth of hearing, loving, learning, and exploring hundreds of thousands of songs, trying to narrow it down to a single favorite song is impossible. The question hardly even makes sense. When asked, my weight shifts back onto my heels ever so slightly as I cock my head slightly and stare back blankly. It’s like being asked your favorite letter of the alphabet or the best breath you’ve ever taken.
With that in mind, I decided to narrow it down to five instead of one, which somehow seems slightly less absurd. Though being asked your five favorite letters or your twenty best breaths would seem even more foolish than narrowing it down to one, so that analogy just crumbled before my eyes. Moving on.
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April 2, 2007
Today, April 2nd, marks many an anniversary for me. For starters, it’s exactly one year since I quit Starbucks. And, consequently, it’s exactly five years since I first started working at Starbucks. Seems like forever ago, but it’s only been 5 short years.
Today is also exactly three months since I started working here at Pursuant. To celebrate this momentous occasion, I thought I’d look back at what I’ve been listening to these past three months. Through the magic of technology (and the iTunes Play Count feature), we can go back and see exactly how many times I’ve listened to every song on my computer. Instead of listing every song that I’ve listened to, and how many times I’ve listened to it, I figured it’d be a little more “reader friendly” to just include the top 25.
So, as you can see, I have been on something of a piano kick lately. My top 12 songs are either solo piano, or piano-lead songs, and only six of these 25 aren’t “piano” songs. Number one, Tifa, is the song that I’m learning right now on the piano, so I’ve had it on the brain of late. Hence me listening to it almost a dozen times more than the number two. Obviously, I’m also quite a fan of Coldplay, Eisley, Mat Kearney, Keane, John Mayer, and Elton John. And Final Fantasy piano music.
Nerd in the strictest sense.
October 5, 2006
This morning, I watched the sun rise over the clouds below from 20,000 feet while listening to “Come Fly With Me” by Michael BublÃ©. It was cool.
Other songs that accompanied the breath-taking view included, but were not limited to “100 Years” by Five For Fighting, “Trolly Wood” by Eisley, “Clocks” by Coldplay, and “3×5″ by John Mayer.
August 11, 2006
Before you say it, yes, I do realize that in the last 4 posts, this is the second one to reference “100 Years” by Five For Fighting in the title. But, I really love that song, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. And, I also thought that line too fitting to pass up. Right now, I’m only going to be 22 for a moment longer. In a mere 6 hours, I’ll be 23 years old.
I don’t want to be 23 years old. When I’m 50, I’ll probably look back at this and chuckle, but I do feel like I’m getting old. Not “geezer” old, but older than I feel. 23 sounds much older than 22. 22 is still “early twenties,” but at 23, you transition into “mid-twenties.” I don’t want to be in my mid-twenties. Heck, I don’t even really want to be in my early twenties. I feel like I haven’t even gotten to really experience life, yet. I’m still in school, theoretically preparing for “life,” but I feel like life is slipping thorugh my fingers. When I was a teenager, I expected to be much further along in life by the time I was 23 than I actually am.
But, what do teenagers know, anyway? Nobody’s really got it all figured out by the time their 23. 23 isn’t that old at all. If life expectancy can be trusted, I’ve only seen about a quarter of my life thus far. …but, then, why do I feel like I’m missing out? I don’t even know what I feel like I’m missing out on. I just feel like life’s flying by and I’m missing it.
I think that might be where my real frustration comes in. I’m anxious to get out of school, and get out into “the real world” and really start my adult life. But, at the same time, I don’t want to miss anything in the here and now. I want to seize the day, and enjoy life where it is, but I always have this nagging in the back of my mind telling me that I’m getting older too fast, and I need to get on the ball. Fortunately, I’ll be done with school this May, so like it or not, I’ll be moving on to the next stage of life.
This is just an odd time of life for everyone, I think. I’m being pulled into adulthood, but I’m still holding on to my childhood. And, you could say that my childhood is still holding on to me, as well. It’s just hard to find my place. I want to become an adult, but I don’t want to grow up. And, yes, there is a difference.
I’ll explain it when you’re older.
July 12, 2006
I’m in Kilgore, TX right now. If you don’t know where that is, don’t feel bad. I didn’t either until I left to come here. In fact, now that I’m here, I’m still not exactly sure where it is. I’m here on business, and I here I will remain until Friday afternoon. It’s not the most exciting town in the world, but they do have a pretty nice Radio Shack. I know this for a fact, because I had to stop in to pick up a cable for the office that I’m doing work for.
While the gent I work with was buying the cable, I was meandering around the store, and I was over by the Car Audio section when the radio started playing “100 Years” by Five For Fighting. This particular tune happens to be one of my absolute favorite songs of all time, so I was understably happy to hear it. Very happy to hear it. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it was something of a moving experience. I’m not sure why, because I’ve heard the song countless times before, but this particular time it made me kind of emotional. I wasn’t quite on the brink of tears, but, frankly, I don’t think I was that far off. I can’t really explain it. I wasn’t extremely happy or sad, just kind of overcome by the music. Standing in Radio Shack. It just kind of hit me. What a beautiful song. I stood there and listened for a moment, and then it was time to leave.
And that was that. A moment come and gone. It was a nice reminder of how much music really does affect me, or everybody for that matter. Even a song that you’ve heard a thousand times before can suddenly strike you again on the 1,001st time. Or you’ll hear a song and suddenly remember what it made you think of the first time you heard it. Your mind might transport you back to the time or place that you associate with it. Or you might just hear it differently for once. Instead of hearing all the different parts of the song, you’ll suddenly hear it as a whole. You won’t hear the piano or the guitar or the vocals. You’ll just hear the song as a single entity, and suddenly appreciate it all the more, in a completely new way.
And, that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love music so much. Any song can mean any one of countless things to each different person, while it can also affect the same person differently each time they listen to it. The music that you’re listening to at any given moment accents whatever else you are doing at that time. And, likewise, whatever you are doing, wherever you are, and whoever you’re with accents whatever music you happen to be listening to. Music accents life, and life accents music.
It’s a beautiful thing.