Moody Meow

So, I read on Claire’s blog that she’s been watching the Lord of the Rings movies. I have them ripped to my video iPod. I listen to movies. My journey is taken in the sound. Although visuals move me, it’s the voice and music and Foley art that allow my mind to believe. So, instead of watching the movies at work (which really means I have my headphones on but I am not looking at the teensy screen) I have decided to listen to the soundtracks. I had a professor that said that soundtracks were the idiot’s indicator of what to feel in a particular scene. It’s true, to some extent. But I think he forgot that music is a moving medium. It’s not something I admit (but I think most of you know) but I am wholly moved my music and it often makes me cry. This raw emotional expression remains free behind the doors of my own home. D’s had to listen to me play dj on the computer while I try to make him feel the same things I do in a particular song, and hear the same things. It’s usually after a few drinks, admittedly. But if you’ve known me for more than 5 minutes in real life, I will usually have tried to ply you with some brilliant music that moves me. And this all comes back to the Lord of the Rings soundtracks. Although my memory can place the music to the scene, I usually journey elsewhere as the music builds and falls. With music, my imagination can take me anywhere….