I don't need to analyze it, I just need to experience it.
This all made me cry too. Tears of joy, delicious and nutritious food for my soul.
The experience of bliss.
Ooh la la.........
I know what you mean. Certain songs upset me so much I can't bear to hear them unless I steel myself against the stirring in my heart that they cause. I love that video of the orchestral flash mob, but I keep expecting them to move on from that one, famous phrase to the rest of the Ode. Still keeps me hypnotized in front of the screen, though.
Yep. I can't listen to Nesdun Dorma without tearing up and taking a big shuddering gulp of breath... It lays me out, every single time.
There is such a joyful beauty in your writing ❤️. I am glad to have have discovered it 🖖🏼.
Ode to Joy is one of my favorite flashmobsj beyond the music. It's the joy and abandon you see on children's faces as they interact with the misc, rather than standing there recording it on the ever-present phone. I LOVE the boy on the lamp post - just pure joy!!
Music has always done me in. "for You" by John Denver is my go-to these days when I am sad and missing Dean. Coming up on two years and I am a puddled mess. I think of you going through the same things. Thank God for music!
Here's another very cool one - just going down the YouTube rabbit hole.....
I do like some street music. Some I walk on from immediately because it grates on me.
But there's much music I listen to which sings to my heart and soul. I suppose it depends on my mood at the time.
I picked my 4 year old grandson up from school yesterday and just seeing him (he couldn't see me), getting his bag and preparing for home reduced me to tears. Sometimes it's a view, or a sound, even a smell. The senses and emotions are intricately entwined.
And just for a bit of light ent. - there's this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiC2CXtCFxY
Violin music is some of my favorite instrumental music. IMO, music isn’t worth listening to if it doesn’t touch your soul. It’s powerful.
Back when I was a kid I begged my mom to let me take piano lessons. Being the youngest of four the answer to that was a resounding no. Decades later (in 50s), I took lessons after my husband surprised me with a keyboard for my birthday. I may never be concert ready but at least I can enjoy it for myself. I always wished I could play the violin.
Oh nice! Go for it! You’ll be so happy! I am rooting for you. We will all want to hear all about on your blog. Do it! 😊🎹
I know exactly what you mean--I had this happen to me when I heard the Manidou Wabanaisee Singers performing the Humble Song in East Lansing. I felt like I'd been electrocuted. I could not stop crying (ugly, red-eyed, running nose crying).
"We can raise each other up, higher and higher."
(This recording is a different ensemble, but equally moving)
The power in those women's voices gives me chills:
Mona: All three pieces were the best, but Ode to Joy was spectacular! Thank you SO MUCH! Jim W.
The pan flute always gets to me too. There was a place in San Diego we used to eat, where a Peruvian quartet would play. (Tinku) I also stop dead in my tracks when I hear bagpipes. In Edinburgh, I think my mouth was open the entire time (not a great look)
The flask mob with the little girls was….breathtaking.
It's lovely. It was filmed in Strasbourg, I recognized the cathedral behind him. Probably around the time of the holiday market from the look of the stall set up behind him.
Yep, sobbing. Music moves me to unexpected tears more often than most anything else. It taps into the deep well of joys and sorrows that have been relegated to the corners of my heart while I get on with living. I love the universality of it. I love that no one listening cares, for those few precious moments, about ideologies or finances (the irony that the Ode to Joy flash mob was produced by a bank, though), or traffic, or climate, or what's for dinner, or broken dreams. Or maybe I've got it wrong. Maybe, in those few precious moments, we are somehow reminded that we do, in fact, care. I needed this. Thank you.