My Awesome Love/Music Metaphor!!!
My Metaphor that Murt thought was from High Fidelity!!
Monday June 16, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (1:41:43 AM EDT)
I think you know you have lost someone special when the end of the relationship feels like your favorite band disbanding and--no more tours, no more "best ofs" no radio spots or columns in rolling stone, they're just gone to their gardens. And the memories are the old albums.
And you play them over and over and over and always wonder what could've come out of the arrangement. You can get so lost in the songs, in the emotion, the pain, the beauty, and the smallest chords of gestures and strummings of affection and all that...
...and some days it's all you'll listen to practically, and other times you go for a long time without, then you happen upon a song again that just falls into your consciousness, a spare memory that wakes you up inside and kills you at the same time.
And you can move on and put the records in the attic, put them in the darkest shadowy corner of your heart where they'll gather dust so thick that it smudges you up to even go there, stings your eyes and catches in your throat when you venture that way. You stumble upon something new that catches your eye or your ear or your heart.
In the end you just pick out the favorite bits and tunes and it becomes a track on the soundtrack of your life. It was the song of the moment...like a favorite hit from your childhood. At that one point, that song meant so much to you, and it's still got a nice spot in your heart, but it just doesn't get your feet tapping contagiously like it used to.
The band is not on tour, that live fervor is gone forever, it's boxed up in LPs.
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