One of the things I love about music, is just when I have forgotten about its power, it creeps up like some exotic spice, and just brings something completely alive. That something can be anything, a movie, a memory, a stifled emotion. And the spice can interact with different things in so many original, creative ways, and it doesn't have to mean anything. I only come to this site when a song hits me like that, and I want to see "the experience" from other perspectives and share my own.
I was watching an episode of Big Love (season 2, episode 4), the song plays at the end of the episode where a girl is running away...
As I listened, the vision I had was of an orphan, who learned to survive on her own. While many others grow up, and look for meaning or a place to belong in life, the orphan was thrust into the world early on and has an uncommon, hard, self found wisdom that she had no choice to find. While others may turn to religion or some other group appropriated means of feeling safe (Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad). It's not a spiteful laugh. She just knows. She sees reality for what it is. This is ironic since others may not find this simple truth until late in life (or never), or after having dreams shattered or experiencing the many disappointments that life can bring. But it's not bad that she was an orphan. She learned to float and thrive upon the magic of life..the hard times also brought out the real beauty and ability "to see"...the same thing many creatives strive for. But in a way, the orphan never sought out to grab that ability, to be famous, or be seen as creative, or have "the experience" that life can bring. It happened as a result of tragedy, and became a quiet saving grace...really, the hardest way to come to the experience of enlightenment or peace.
As Elton John sings the song, I hear him, or any nameless character who is famous and regarded as a superstar, for their ability to articulate such beauty, realizing that the glory to sing the song or be up on stage is not where the real glory is "Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium" and that this is kind of sarcasm, and humility vs. the experiences that the runaway/orphan had. She is the real super star in the grand experience.
Well, the orphan grows up. She is ok. She is in the background, naturally attracted to the life of creativity of the musician, although maybe not particularly talented in that regard herself. It is the only place that really defines her. She is in the shadows, behind the limelight, in appreciative servitude...and the beauty of this song, is that her love for the experience, is more beautiful to the singer than his attempt to put the experience into words. It is the singer who is regarded as the enlightened, who turns to the orphan for comfort and to feel safe. This is the irony: The orphan, the unwanted, the discarded...becomes the central figure, or a saving angel, in a quiet unnoticed miracle behind the face of the power (the man singing the song). He sees how hard she has really had to work. What makes it better is that she is ultimately with him, but he really feels how high she really is above him. It is truly beautiful.
After reading other posts, the end of the image for me is that maybe she is not ultimately "with him". For is anyone ever really with you, always? Maybe he was "with her" once, but this sort of union never lasts as long as one would like...and that the relationship as it exists in the realization of her, is really a fond memory and fantasy of how one wishes it always could be. This thought is comforting when alone.
After reading other posts, the end of the image for me is that maybe she is not ultimately "with him". For is anyone ever really with you, always? Maybe he was "with her" once, but this sort of union never lasts as long as one would like...and that the relationship as it exists in the realization of her, is really a fond memory and fantasy of how one wishes it always could be. This thought is comforting when alone.
One of the things I love about music, is just when I have forgotten about its power, it creeps up like some exotic spice, and just brings something completely alive. That something can be anything, a movie, a memory, a stifled emotion. And the spice can interact with different things in so many original, creative ways, and it doesn't have to mean anything. I only come to this site when a song hits me like that, and I want to see "the experience" from other perspectives and share my own.
I was watching an episode of Big Love (season 2, episode 4), the song plays at the end of the episode where a girl is running away...
As I listened, the vision I had was of an orphan, who learned to survive on her own. While many others grow up, and look for meaning or a place to belong in life, the orphan was thrust into the world early on and has an uncommon, hard, self found wisdom that she had no choice to find. While others may turn to religion or some other group appropriated means of feeling safe (Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad). It's not a spiteful laugh. She just knows. She sees reality for what it is. This is ironic since others may not find this simple truth until late in life (or never), or after having dreams shattered or experiencing the many disappointments that life can bring. But it's not bad that she was an orphan. She learned to float and thrive upon the magic of life..the hard times also brought out the real beauty and ability "to see"...the same thing many creatives strive for. But in a way, the orphan never sought out to grab that ability, to be famous, or be seen as creative, or have "the experience" that life can bring. It happened as a result of tragedy, and became a quiet saving grace...really, the hardest way to come to the experience of enlightenment or peace.
As Elton John sings the song, I hear him, or any nameless character who is famous and regarded as a superstar, for their ability to articulate such beauty, realizing that the glory to sing the song or be up on stage is not where the real glory is "Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium" and that this is kind of sarcasm, and humility vs. the experiences that the runaway/orphan had. She is the real super star in the grand experience.
Well, the orphan grows up. She is ok. She is in the background, naturally attracted to the life of creativity of the musician, although maybe not particularly talented in that regard herself. It is the only place that really defines her. She is in the shadows, behind the limelight, in appreciative servitude...and the beauty of this song, is that her love for the experience, is more beautiful to the singer than his attempt to put the experience into words. It is the singer who is regarded as the enlightened, who turns to the orphan for comfort and to feel safe. This is the irony: The orphan, the unwanted, the discarded...becomes the central figure, or a saving angel, in a quiet unnoticed miracle behind the face of the power (the man singing the song). He sees how hard she has really had to work. What makes it better is that she is ultimately with him, but he really feels how high she really is above him. It is truly beautiful.
After reading other posts, the end of the image for me is that maybe she is not ultimately "with him". For is anyone ever really with you, always? Maybe he was "with her" once, but this sort of union never lasts as long as one would like...and that the relationship as it exists in the realization of her, is really a fond memory and fantasy of how one wishes it always could be. This thought is comforting when alone.
After reading other posts, the end of the image for me is that maybe she is not ultimately "with him". For is anyone ever really with you, always? Maybe he was "with her" once, but this sort of union never lasts as long as one would like...and that the relationship as it exists in the realization of her, is really a fond memory and fantasy of how one wishes it always could be. This thought is comforting when alone.