Wednesday,
January 22, 2003
Wake me up inside. . .
Do you ever daydream to music?
I admit, I do this a lot (of course, does this come as a surprise to anyone? I thought not). The daydreams usually fall into two categories -- either I'm performing as part of a band, or it's background music for some sort of heroic action. Frex, if Sade's "Paradise" is on the radio, I'm suddenly wearing a sapphire blue chinese dress with a slit up to here and slinking around the stage in front of a cheering audience (by the way, a number of you out there have made appearances as band members. Heh). If it's "Bring Me To Life" by Evancescence, I'm wearing black body armor, packing edged weapons and battling bad guys across moonlit rooftops, before losing them by diving off the roof and catching a nearby cable to smash through a handy window.
(And yes, I KNOW that in real life people who do stuff like that break bones, get sliced up and generally wind up seriously injured. It's a daydream -- you don't get hurt in daydreams. Of course, I'm also somewhere around 130 pounds in both of these situations, which helps with the dress and body armor.)
(Still, I'd like to be Trinity when I grow up.)
(And don't tell me that you've never done anything like this in your life. I know you have. My ex-boyfriend Patrick, he of the radio knob welded to the classical music station and intensely reserved demeanor, used to daydream about being a rock star. If he does this, everyone else does, too.)
By the way, this little interlude was sparked by Jerry's blog about music that moves you. Admittedly, he was talking about music that changes your point of view or bestows a new understanding of life, the universe and everything. With me, though, it's when music reaches inside me and pushes me to do SOMETHING physical, whether it's performing or kicking the snot out of a bunch of gang members. Lyndon, poor pumpkin, always got confused when I'd walk out of a movie with a really fabulous soundtrack and develop a serious craving to drive fast/fence bad guys/jump speedboats across bridges/etc.
I dunno -- maybe
this is why I like belly dancing so much. Now I just have to figure out where
to put the sais.