I
remember stumbling upon the phrase 'Love is friendship put to music' today
and I'm sure my idiotic grin was a dead giveaway that I could relate. Had I
continued to keep a journal of my thoughts, this would read as one of my own.
There are a handful of people out there, the select few who would actually pick a song lyric and make it personal, someone who could hum a tune and set the mood for the rest of the day or just the mindless playfulness when two people sit down to discuss how absurd a song lyric is but find themselves bonding over it, holding hands, making a memory out of it.
A
new kind of love.
Imagine this- you're engrossed in conversation with someone and a sentence triggers the memory of a song you know,
your lips move with the lyric video that's playing in your head,
and suddenly your friend brightly looks up at you and says,
"You won’t believe but I was singing that just a few minutes ago"
That sudden rush of exhilaration, the wave of sheer unadulterated joy at sharing a song that in modern slang, "puts them out of the friend zone".
Imagine this- you're engrossed in conversation with someone and a sentence triggers the memory of a song you know,
your lips move with the lyric video that's playing in your head,
and suddenly your friend brightly looks up at you and says,
"You won’t believe but I was singing that just a few minutes ago"
That sudden rush of exhilaration, the wave of sheer unadulterated joy at sharing a song that in modern slang, "puts them out of the friend zone".
They
become so much more.
You want to make a concert out of it, break into tune, maybe even try your hand at a duet, get a few lines wrong, and charge every rise and fall of syllable with sentiment. Remember the time you glanced sideways at someone sitting in the passenger seat and meant every word of what you were singing along to? That's the emotion I'm trying to encapsulate here.
But the melody is not enough to sustain love, an intimate and a little more personal understanding of one another's personality, while not disregarding their flaws is what truly brings two people together to appreciate a playlist. And while the world may look down upon their music as substandard or juvenile, a song line perhaps of no great poetic value is given epic standing for the simple reason that they lived their lives in it, fed it with their laughter and seasoned it with their tears. Like a record label does not give birth to great artists, similarly, Labels do not define the extent or intensity of love as an emotion.
You want to make a concert out of it, break into tune, maybe even try your hand at a duet, get a few lines wrong, and charge every rise and fall of syllable with sentiment. Remember the time you glanced sideways at someone sitting in the passenger seat and meant every word of what you were singing along to? That's the emotion I'm trying to encapsulate here.
But the melody is not enough to sustain love, an intimate and a little more personal understanding of one another's personality, while not disregarding their flaws is what truly brings two people together to appreciate a playlist. And while the world may look down upon their music as substandard or juvenile, a song line perhaps of no great poetic value is given epic standing for the simple reason that they lived their lives in it, fed it with their laughter and seasoned it with their tears. Like a record label does not give birth to great artists, similarly, Labels do not define the extent or intensity of love as an emotion.
