B.i.g., p-o, p-p-a
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
or how about this one?
A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sittin' there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight
Were you singing Biggie and Luther? While you were singing did you smile and nod your head? Did you remember the moment or place where you first heard those songs? Did a feeling envelope you? If you were to ask me those same questions, they would all be answered with a resounding "yes." I vividly recall being on the dance floor singing loudly, "B-I-G PO-PP-A.." And while I can't remember where I first heard Luther Vandross croon his tune, I do remember how it soothe the hurt after one particularly hard break up. Music triggers memories, but music can also heal.
If you are a frequent reader of this blog you know that often music lyrics prompt me to wax poetically about a subject. I wouldn't call the melodies a muse, but I would say the melodies allow me to be connected to the emotions behind the music. While I consider myself verbose and a pretty decent writer, in my every day environment conveying my emotions - well, other than anger - is very difficult for me. During those times when I am at a loss for words, I wish I could sit quietly and let my Ipod's playlist speak for me.
After a particularly nasty fight with my spouse, I want to let Melonie Fiona's "It Kills Me" convey how I feel. I want Laura Izibor's "If Tonight Is My Last" express how no matter how hard our conversations are with him is where I always want to be. JHud's "We Gon' Fight" illustrates my commitment to our union. Wouldn't it be great if we had closed captioning on our lives and the soundtrack would scroll around us so that the other person completely understood what we were feeling?
This need for a soundtrack goes beyond marital spats. I know that everyone in my age group had a slow jam tape that they made love to. You know you had one? Heck, I am sure some of ya'll still do. Or what about when you have visitors to your home? Don't you change the background music depending on the type of event that you are hosting? Think about it. Bookclub meetings get women-friendly love songs. But your church's women's meeting gets a little Yolanda Adams playing softly through the speakers. Why change playlists if music didn't influence your world?
Music sets the mood for my life. When I need a pick me up, I reach for India Arie's "I Choose." When I need to remember my purpose I love listening to Brenda Russel's "I'm Here." And we all know what Prince's "Adore" is used for, right? So, what does music do for you? What are you listening to?