Everbody Love Me Baby, What's the Matter With You?

The things people become fans of on Facebook sometimes concerns me. Not concerns me, but I fail to see the point of becoming a fan of something like ‘laughing’, or ‘holidays’ or ‘the Animals of Farthing Wood’, because these it is only natural that people would like these things and becoming a ‘fan’ of them is just redundant and doesn’t say anything about you apart from the fact that you have not realised this. Not becoming a fan does not mean that you do not like them. Facebook stalkers do not find your becoming a fan of ‘music’ useful to their studies.
Music. Has anyone ever been known to say ‘I hate music’ or even ‘music... hmm it doesn’t really bother me.’ ?
It must be that everyone likes some kind of music to some extent.

Maybe varying is how much music affects people. Several times a day something that happens, something that someone says or something I think of it reminds me of some lyric or other.
It happens so often that I hear a lyric that seems to encapsulate what I am thinking, or what have thought at one time or another that I wonder whether I really do think and feel these things, or I only do because I listen to the music?
Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable or am I miserable because I listen to pop music? Which came first, the music or the misery?
But it is not just misery. It is everything.

It is comforting though, knowing that someone else has felt the same as you do. Even if you are only to interpreting according to what you think and how you feel.
For example, just hearing Ben Folds singing ‘...and now it’s been ten years I’m still wondering who to be...” makes me feel a whole lot better about being confused about who I am.
Musicians as therapists –they let you know that other people understand how you are feeling, even if no one seems to want to listen to you.

I could write a whole list of lyrics which I find particularly meaningful but that would be extremely boring and a lot of them have changed recently after a lot of ‘come on mood shift, shift back to good again’

I seem to have recently come to the end of a friendship. A good old being ignored for no reason and avoided at all costs has brought on my ability to find a huge amount of meaning in many different songs. Pretty much the whole of ‘My Party is Better Than Yours’ by Emmy the Great is excellent, except maybe the last line ‘and I hate you as much as I miss you’, which doesn’t seem to apply in my situation. Of Montreal Cato as a Pun: “I can’t even pretend that you are my friend, what has happened to you and I? And don’t say that I have changed, ‘cause man, of course I have. Are you far too depressed now even to answer the phone? I guess you just want to shave you head, have a drink and be left alone’ = extremely appropriate.
Even The Mountain Goats’ ‘No Children’ is, although more extreme, is pretty useful in expressing my sentiments to a certain extent.

‘I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn’t over I hope you blink before I do and I hope I never get sober and I hope when you think of me years down the line you can't find one good thing to say and I hope that if I found the strength to walk out You'd stay the hell out of my way I am drowning there is no sign of land your are coming down with me Hand in unloveable hand and I hope you die I hope we both die’

Good stuff. Although I don’t feel quite that strongly.

I did say that it is not only misery that you can find in songs, although to be honest, that is what I find them most appropriate for. There is a huge amount of love songs which I am unable to find a place for in my life experiences regardless of how much I enjoy listening to them. Although some may argue that the difference between a love song and a miserable song isn’t all that big. I can’t say. But that’s what High Fidelity seemed to tell us.

‘And so I do what I do and at least I exist. What could mean more than this? What could mean more, mean more?’ Excellent.

‘I wanna see her so that I can say Hey... KATE’ Excellent

‘If I hadn’t left early last night I would’ve made a speech to you. You’re not the only one you’re going to hurt. If you don’t believe me I don’t believe in you. It makes it all feel better does it? It makes you feel like heaven does it?’ etc. Excellent.

‘And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night, you took you life as lovers often do. But I could’ve told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.’ Excellent