A song that has become part of my bloodstream has to be one that I can listen to repeatedly, until even when I am annoyed by it, I still wait for it to end until I switch to a different tune. A song in my blood would have to be one that I listen to no matter the mood; and for that, I feel like it must be one I have heard all my life. While going into this blog entry, I was initially going to promote the always wonderful “Just Right” by the Korean-Pop boy band GOT7. (A true bop, I say, always listen to this, dear reader. Go investigate.) But if a song has truly become a part of me, it would have to be “Desperado” by the Eagles.
I was raised on the five or six CDs my mom kept in her car, whenever me and my siblings had to go along for the ride. My parents had gone to the Hell Freezes Over concert tour by the Eagles and had the soundtrack to prove it; and being good parents, wanted to start thier children out right. Desperado is the last song on that disc, a tale of a loner walking around, just going with the flow, never finding real love or friendship, just doing what he can to pay the bills and not living life to the fullest. As a kid, I just thought it was a slow song and accidentally learned the words after hearing it for years upon years. As I went into high school, the song became a coping strategy for me as I learned to be more social. As I understood what anxiety was and how to handle it. As I heard the news of what felt like half my family dying the first semester of freshman year. I would have all these emotions, and I would listen to “Desperado” as I sang softly to myself. Whispered the lyrics when my father would be a daily drunken asshole. Rocking back and forth to the slow beat after my aunt’s funeral. I would pace the floor and twiddle my hands before I went on stage to act, reminding myself of the words used in the song.
As much as I love K-pop, my blood was boiled due to Hell freezing over.
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