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The morning hadn’t gone very well. I walked out of my office for my lunch break a wreck. I could feel the breakdown that I feared right over my shoulder, and all I had to do was make it to the safety of my truck and I could just let it out. I almost welcomed it. I got in my vehicle and turned on the radio and closed my eyes and prepared to give in to my sadness and my loathing.
And then a funny thing happened. The guitar part starts quietly but quickly. I know what it is instantly, and better still I know what is coming. The moment that happens at :10 can be described a variety of ways; objectively, it’s nothing more than a chord strum and the tapping of some high hats, but on a physical and mental and emotional level it resonates in me every time I hear it. And as I sat in my truck with my head full of emotions and my eyes closed, I let the song take over. And even though the lyrics have nothing to do with what’s going on in my life, I can feel the change in me. When the opening guitar part repeats itself later in the song, I’m already starting to feel better. It’s when the chorus kicks in for the last time that I open my eyes, put the truck in reverse, and decide that today is not that day I’m going to curl up and die.
4 minutes I go from feeling that everything I’ve done is hopeless to feeling like I can handle anything. For me that’s the power of music.
Music has always been a way of coping for me. Some people, they get upset and they go out for a run; or they break something; or they go buy ice cream; or they have a drink or 10. For me, when I’m upset, immediately it becomes a search for what song will be convey this moment for me. Is it something slow and broody and wordless? Is it something full of angst and screaming? Is it something direct and heartfelt?
The music does something to me, stirs something in me. It can help give a frame of reference to a bad situation. It can provide something to focus on other than whatever it is that is making me upset. Most importantly, it can serve as a reminder that no matter what I’m feeling, I’m not the first to feel this way. Loss, hurt, disappointment… these are all universal concepts that we can all identify with. Knowing that someone else has been in that place before is reassuring, and can be a source for hope.
I believe that the best songs, the perfect songs, they’ll find you. So many times in my life I’ve been in a moment of hurt or weakness, when the songs that usually help aren’t. And somehow, be it dumb like or divine intervention, the random or fate, something has come along for me to seek comfort in.
Songs, they might not fix my problems or change my world, but they do manage to make the world seem less bleak. They help me find the words when I can’t conjure them up myself. Make a sad heart feel a little less hopeless.
So what happens, that day, if “Everlong” doesn’t come on the radio? I can’t tell you. For that, I am thankful.