Sat somewhere between Taunton and Cheltenham on the 09:25 cross country service, I have again been inspired/bored into the need to write a blog post. This will, as far as I know, be my penultimate train-based post, as I only have one train trip to London left to go before I leave, unless some last minute plans are made before October. I have been editing a few photos from my trip to Plymouth for my “primary” blog, MOL, and am now rocking some emotional tunes on my iPod, considering my feelings on returning home for next to the last time - locally, anyway.
I think that this may explain the choice of music – all emotive, sad stuff that’s either loud and painful or quiet and reflective. However, while I am certainly preoccupied, I am not sad. Not really. And today I realised this because of the music, more than anything. Although I am prone to listen to music that matches my mood (I’m not one of those people who can listen to a cheery song to try to shake a downer; if I’m in a grump, I will need grumpy aural accompaniment to flesh it out until it goes), there’s actually a rather lovely new phenomenon going on right now: the sadness of the songs juxtaposes how I feel in such a way that I sort of get the sense of listening to well-known songs as though new to me, with a simultaneous sense of comforting familiarity. I remember listening to these playlists when sad, so listening to them now, when happy, tells me how far I’ve come. Oh goodness, is this turning into an emo blog?! Oh well, one step up from hipster, I suppose. (But I did hear all of these songs before you did. On limited edition vinyl.)
There isn’t really much more to say: I am soothed by the associations I have with today’s choice of music, not because I am sad but because I can see that, while I am a little bit in need of an audio embrace, I no am no longer listening to it because it helps to verbalise a deeper melancholy. I am truly happy.
'Dark Side' - Tim Minchin.
Accompanying my emo aspirations...