I am a moody person. Anyone who hangs out with me will tell you
that. We aren’t talking axe-murderer anger or suicidal depression, but I do get
a little manic and a little down. Well, to be honest, I get a lot manic and a
lot down. Yes, I know there are meds for that and can attest that they are
tasty.
Meds aside, there are some things that affect my mood more than
others. Family crises get to me faster than anything else. If one of my sons is
having problems, I have problems. When my siblings are have issues, I have
issues. Dealing with my ex-wife can push my buttons and make me a kind of manic
mad, but to be fair she has been easy to get along with lately. (I really need
to send her boyfriend a thank you card.) The one thing that can change my mood
faster than anything else is music.
Playing my guitar is one of my favorite – and least expensive –
forms of therapy. I have been playing more than a couple decades and enjoy it.
Do you have those things you do just for yourself? This is one of mine. If
other people enjoy it, too, that is great; however, I enjoy playing while
sitting on my back patio on a warm summer night with all the lights out. The
other evening I did just that. It was dark out. The only sounds were the
nighttime lullaby of insects accompanied by a Fender acoustic six-string. I
played for about half an hour and stopped to take sip of from a high-ball
glass. It was not High Ball. It was a Comfortable Coke. During the interlude, a
voice called from over the fence, “Please, don’t stop.” My neighbors had been
there the whole time I was playing “Stairway to Heaven”, “Behind Blue Eyes”, “Wanted
Dead or Alive” and a whole litany of songs that I can’t remember now. I gave
them another thirty minutes before calling it a night. It was a good mood kind
of night.
This got me thinking about how music influences moods in me. I
have several playlists on YouTube that express my moods at the time, but each
can have an amazing impact on my moods. (The seemingly incessant commercials
lately affect my mood, but I digress.) I have one playlist called Fun that has
everything from Brad Paisley to Spin Doctors to Gin Blossoms. It is playing
right now as I write, making me smile thinking about some friends of both
genders who could be the topic of “Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong”. This playlist is great to have on to keep my
A.D.D. in check, giving my mind extra stimuli while I write, so I don’t go off
on tangents about things like friends who can’t be wrong. (It doesn’t always
work.)
The most influential playlist is not the Fun one. There is
another called Sadness that can drag my into the depths of sorrow as I hear
songs that bring back memories of lost loves, missed opportunities, and
mistakes that still bother me today. There is one song in particular by Hinder
called “Better Than Me.” Hold on one while I play it. Yeah, this one does it.
It is about a man telling his lost love that she can do much better than him.
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
That song reminds me of more than one lost love. It is one of
those where I look at myself and all my selfish times. Brad Paisley’s “Whiskey
Lullaby” is another that reminds me of paths that I almost took when my life
fell apart a few year ago. But these sad songs serve as cautionary tales for
me, not just an opportunity to wallow in self-pity and self-loathing. Most sad
songs have become that for me as I have matured. Well, I try to make sure they
are not pity parties.
Then there are the ones that just simply Rock It. That is what my
playlist is called. It has everything from Skillet’s “Awake and Alive” to
“Pain” by Three Days Grace to Nickelback’s “S.E.X.” As I look at the songs I
chose to exemplify my Rock It playlist, I wonder what I was thinking as I chose
those. I’m pretty sure I put them on there on different days. But these songs
are good to get me up and moving, or angry if I need it. These are the ones
that move me and spur me to action.
As I look at all of these, I wonder what it is about music that
moves me. Is it the beat? The harmonies? The kicking guitar solos? Yes. It is
all of those for me, plus the poetry that touches me. It is the words set to
music. Poetry read aloud can be moving when read well, but add the music and
you really have something. Poetry has enlivened the hearts of minds of people
throughout history. Homer still captures the hearts and minds of modern man as
do the Canterbury Tales of Chaucer. Perhaps the lyrics of “Love Bites” by Def
Leppard will not stand the test of time like those classics; however, if those
words touch one person, they have significant meaning.
For me, it is the poetry mixed with the music – country, jazz,
rock or classical, well maybe not classical – making all the difference. It is
the way lyrics add depth to the music and the way the music increases the
impact of the words. Music is the perfect example of the sum being greater than
the individual parts.