Sunday, January 30, 2011
I am waiting for my MP3 downloads to finish. They are all piano covers, providing a different take on songs that I either love or hate. I enjoy dancing to nonsensical ramblings from Ke$ha and Rihanna, but with the right instrument and interpretation, the songs transform into classics. I also find Bieber songs too shrill and tweeny for my taste, but I love the instrumental version of "Pray" *.
As a kid I used to love instrumental music. When my English teacher asked us to pick a song, write down the lyrics and explain its message, I chose a Kenny G standard. The melody, instrument, and the artist's emotion more than made up for the lack of prose. Within the song I read love, sex, and life. That's what I wrote, and for the effort I got a fat 0. It broke my young heart and my emerging creative spirit.
As a compromise, Mrs. Hitler allowed me to submit a revision. I leafed through a copy of my yaya's songhits and picked Bette Midler's "The Rose". I've never heard the song, but the lyrics seemed poetic enough for an easy interpretation (ok I did like the second stanza). I got a perfect 10, and she was ecstatic. "It's one of my favorite songs, Sean. I'll bring a CD player tomorrow." I cut class the next day.
As with my appreciation of a Bieber song, I can now find joy in things I usually find ordinary or even loathe. What I still struggle with at times is the need for validation, fulfillment based on other people's norms. I need to keep reminding myself that this is my life, not an interpretation of others'. I shouldn't have to compromise just to hear someone say I'm a 10.
* Thanks to Allan of The Man Who Can't Be Moved blog for introducing me to this song.
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