Music Speaks

How many of you just listen to music because you like it?  Crap – that is a stupid question.  Of course you like it or you wouldn’t listen to it.  But do you ever let the music speak to you?  I don’t mean just listen to the lyrics or feel the beat and let the words move you.  Instead, do you have a song that “speaks” to you?  I mean does music ever appear to in your life with purpose and meaning?  It does for me and it seems that music speaking to me is a common theme for my blog (a list of past music blogs are at the bottom of this post). 
 

Borrowed from The World Unplugged - https://theworldunplugged.wordpress.com/typesofmedia/music/

Growing up, I wasn’t really into music.  Sure I listened to it but I could never tell you the words or meaning of a song.  I couldn’t even tell you who wrote or sang a song.  My entire life, I have been envious of people that can recite song lyrics and know the band in the first three notes of a song but now I realize that I listen to music differently.  I don’t listen to music to enjoy it although I do enjoy music.  I listen to music to see if it speaks to me and what it could be saying. 

 

Before Pandora, I rarely listened to music.  As I mention above, I am not very good at knowing bands or who sings songs that I like on the radio.  This just led me to not listen to music unless someone else was listening to it.  But Pandora has changed this.  Pandora picks the playlist for me and I think this is why music speaks to me regularly now.  The universe knows what energy I need and then plays a song that fits my mood or feeling at that moment.  The music speaks.

This morning is a GREAT example of this and it has continued through the day today (more on why I am listening to music at work in a bit).  My routine each morning is to drive to the bus stop (I should be riding my bike but that is another story) listening to Mike & Mike (sports radio show).  If they are having a conversation that I want to continue to listen to, I open the ESPN Radio app on my phone and keep listening.  However, most mornings I am not interested in what they are talking about so as I walk across the pedestrian bridge to cross the highway to catch my bus, I start the Pandora app.   Not only do I enjoy the music but it often speaks to me (see previous blogs listed below).  Here is how the music spoke to me this morning:

First song this morning:  1-8-7 on an Undercover Cop by Dr. Dre (click here to listen).  187 is the California Penal Code for murder and the song is a pretty graphic song about gangster life in Los Angeles.  First question I can hear you asking yourself right now is "Why is Cameron listening to Gangster Rap?" and I don’t really have an answer for you.  It fits my mood these days and this song really nailed it this morning.  Today is my first day reporting to my new company’s office.   I feel like everything at work has been taken away and I am just in the system.   I lost my office with a door and now I just sit at a workstation.  I feel demoted and underappreciated for my skills and work.  I am now just one of the masses at an office job.  This is something that I have never felt before and I want out.  As Dr. Dre writes and sings, “I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.  And there ain’t gonna be no trippin’ cause they know the type of shit that I be holding.”

My new "workspace" at work



I then checked my horoscope.  I used to check this frequently but haven’t in a long time but hey if the Universe is speaking to me through music, why not check my horoscope as well?  BAM!  It hit me hard. 

My horoscope for the 14th of December, 2015

My current situation is buried deep in the dirt and I have to trust that the sun is up there shining down.  If I can trust the sun, I will sprout and have a chance to grow big and beautiful.  I am not sure if this is with my current employer but I have a feeling it is talking about my snake dream.

I make the sun shine in my so called "workspace" with a snake (it isn't real unfortunately)

Immediately after I read my horoscope, the song Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz cued up on Pandora.  Bam – music speaks (listen here).  I don’t normally put an entire song’s lyrics into my blog but this is just too perfect not too.

 

"Clint Eastwood"

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

Yeah... Ha Ha!
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cause I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe.
Spiritual
Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy
Lifeless
To those the definition for what life is
Priceless
To you because I put you on the high shit
You like it?
Gun smokin' righteous with one toke
You're psychic among those
Possess you with one go

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future (that's right) is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

The essence the basics
Without did you make it
Allow me to make this
Child-like in nature
Rhythm
You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
I'm in them
Every sprouting tree
Every child of peace
Every cloud and sea
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise (that's right)
Corruption in disguise
From this fuckin' enterprise
Now I'm sucked into your lies
Through Russel, not his muscles but percussion he provides
For me as a guide
Y'all can see me now 'cause you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner
So I'mma stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless (right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future

My future is coming on.  Damn!  This is incredibly powerful for me right now.  I am stuck in bad place but the music speaks  and is telling me that my future is coming on.

As my bus was exiting the interstate into downtown Denver, “Time to Get Ill” by the Beastie Boys (Click here to listen) started playing in my ears.  Perfection!  

 

“I'm not the type of person who like to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected, from class I was ejected” 

My new office and current job are jail and I won’t go there.  It is “time to get ill” and find my way out of here.

My boss and another coworker doomed into "workspace hoteling land"

As I got on the elevator to head up to the 17^th floor of my current corporate job hell, Eminem was rapping through my headphones.  More explicit and inappropriate lyrics but damn, they spoke to me as I was headed up the elevator.   The song – Bitch Please II (Click here to listen).

“somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga
You know about Dogg-ay
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from
I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run”

Was all this a coincidence?  You can believe that but I believe in magic.  I believe that we can control our own destiny with the energy we attract and draw upon throughout our lives.  I am struggling with finding the positive energy that will propel me to reach my dream but I know it is there.  I have to have faith that the sun is shining bright and all I need to do is sprout.  Once I sprout and my cotyledons reach the light, I will grow straight, strong, and beautiful.  I will believe that my future is bright, I have to wear shades.

The song playing right now on Pandora is “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” by the Simple Minds (Listen here).  Music speaks…

Blogs inspired by the music that speaks to me:

Ordinary Average Guy
Bittersweet Symphony
18 Wheeler
Bucket List #9 - Karaoke
White Men Can't Jump
Can't Stop The Sun
Take It Easy
Forgive Me, Forgive Me Not, Why Can't I Forgive Myself

View from my new office but not from my office - I don't have an office anymore and I certainly don't have a window.