I thrive on the arts. Written or performed, film or theater–all of it rejuvenates me. Sometimes, after leaving a movie theater or another artistic event, I get this weird, crazily giddy feeling, almost like I want to run through the streets, whooping like a madwoman. I feel inspired, moved, excited. It’s an interesting feeling. What IS that feeling? The afore-mentioned adjectives really do nothing to encapsulate what it all is…
I was in the car with my BFF a few years ago, en route to some adventure, and we were listening to Rod Stewart (I heart that old guy so much, I don’t know what to do). *”Downtrain Train” came on, and she watched as I entered into this trance as the melody began. I then proceeded, gesticulating wildly, to tell her why the song was so DEEP and DO YOU HEAR WHAT HE’S SAYING, what he MEANS when he says this line, that he truly LOVES and UNDERSTANDS her more than any of her suitors? She remained silent, calmly watching as I ranted and raved over the music. Her response?
“No, I have no idea what he means, or what you mean. But, please promise me to marry a man that will understand your love of music. Don’t compromise that. Look at you! You’re crazy over this!”
Ha! Marital stuff had been the topic of conversation before we popped in the CD, which explains the context. But I took her words to heart and I still do. Perhaps there aren’t any words to describe that feeling I get when I hear music, or leave a concert hall, or during the quiet moments before the movie starts, or when I’m lost in the pages of the latest book. Except love.
*Downtown Train (composed by Tom Waits, performed by my secret boyfriend, Rod Stewart).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ffj6hKN2n0
Outside another yellow moon
has punched a hole in the night time mist
I climb through the window and down to the street
I’m shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
full of all them Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that’ll ever capture your heart
They’re just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one
Oh baby can’t you hear me now, can’t you hear me now
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
On a downtown train
I know your window and I know its late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light of the four way
and watch them as they fall, oh baby
They all having their heart attacks
They stay at the carnival
But they’ll never win you back
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
You leave me lonely
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train
On a downtown train
All my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train
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