Over the years whenever I’ve felt down, distressed or simply in need of motivation, I’ve found myself resorting to music to save me from despair. I’m sure it’s the same for a lot of people but I sometimes worry about my overreliance on the comfort of a good song. I don’t often think this but it occurs to me when I receive frowns at work because I’m plugged in on the day of a deadline and bobbing my head along to a song (so much better than listening to other people freak out around you when you’re trying to concentrate). I guess the only awkward thing about my habit is that I don’t listen to what the majority would call soothing or inspirational music. For some reason, loud headbanging tunes are what help me relax the most (oh, the paradox!). It probably helps that I never pay too much attention to lyrics; I am more interested in how the music fills me up and distracts me from reality.
Unfortunately this blissful experience has started to draw close to an end. In the last couple of months I’ve developed a strange reaction to songs – whenever I listen to these supposedly calming tunes, I’ve actually started to hear what the artist has to say! It’s not that I haven’t ever listened to lyrics before (duh, that would be weird), it’s just that it has taken me years to open my ears to the real meaning of lyrics I’ve been listening to all this time and the effect is shocking. Continue reading