As I consider this blog, oh course I have to consider it's content. Its content is about light and how when light is flooded on one's heart it naturally brings happiness. That's because color can only show up under light's influence. Then with this color, we finally have a choice to find beauty. In this, in beauty, we have a chance to find happiness! I mean, light, color, and beauty is a powerful producer of happiness, but it all begins with light.
With that taken into consideration, I have to take my November 19, 2017 Facebook post and plug it into this blog. In 2017 I'd not figured out I had intrinsic beauty as a point of light, but I can assure you when I wrote "This post is for all my friends", I was writing to all you Points Of Light! BTW, the Kim I refer to is the very same Kim who became my much needed lighthouse I'd mention in "Genesis For This Blog."
A little background. Without realizing it, from the first time I heard She And Him sing "I Could Have Been Your Girl", I saw light which naturally helped me find happiness. I was drawn to this light over and over again. I wanted the colors, I wanted the beauty, I wanted to feel happy. I found all that in the music of the song, it's mood and atmosphere, it's tempo, in Zooey's mollifying voice, and in the narrative of vulnerability that's soothed, comforted and supported through friendship found in the video. But, as I said, I wrote about that a while back in Facebook. Yep, Tod wrote something. I know, it's a mystery -
Tod Thomas Price November 19, 2017
Time for a 3-4-5 ish am post.
This post is for all my friends, but I'd like to give a shout out to Kim. Back on December 13, 2015, I posted this video on Facebook. Back then I'd just found out I liked watching Zooey Deschanel on her TV show "New Girl". I was fascinated by this song and found myself listening to it over and over and over again. Good actress, a good singer I thought. You commented something to the effect of how you thought she was an okay actress but a much better performer as a singer. I think you may have mentioned to me in person how with her voice and music you wondered why she didn't just stick with the music she did with She And Him. `I do remember you commented on Facebook how I should listen to the very beautiful Christmas Music "She And Him" recorded.
Two years ago (2015) was a very different time in my life. I didn't know back then that I'd listen to music in order to feel things vicariously through the artist I couldn't feel for myself. Two years ago all I knew was I had to listen to this song over and over and over again. I knew I really enjoyed its feel and tone and how the music took me back to a time and place different than today. It took me back to a time when rock and roll's guitar player plugged his guitar into a big powerful amplifier and how it had its own wonderful unique signature sound. I knew It reminded me of a time when radio stations were megawatt transmitters and your home radio had these big hot vacuum tubes and even though they played the music it received from the megawatt radio station through your cheap speakers, they had a huge beautiful overly big sound that was both warm and wonderful.
I've heard some people say they don't care for sap because sap doesn't occur in real life,
at least not enough to matter. Real life is hard and art should reflect that hardness, I've heard some people suggest. Then there's me and I've heard from the time I was a child how you have TO TAKE TIME to STOP and smell the roses. I mean, of course, the roses are never going to bring their smells to you, but you can make a quest to find them,
and in finding them, you can then enjoy their fragrance. I guess I've intuitively known this from an early age and have always made the effort to employ it, especially when I've wanted to express a little art in writing something. Let's take a little look-see....
-- Anyway, whenever I was in school and we had that time when we could draw pictures with crayons, I mostly drew pictures of being outside and I would never forget to draw the grass green, the sky blue, the clouds puffy and white, but especially the sun big, bright and yellow with those warm yellow rays coming off it. My April, my yellow sun.
-- First, and of course this has to be true, he shares with his family and friends that he is a thinker who thinks. He does this by writing in a ridiculous style and by choosing words to make his reader think. In doing this, he knows the readers who think the deepest will see beyond his words, finding a feeling, a part of himself that if they chose, will stay with them for a while. Second, he hopes with his words he’s painted a picture, a beautiful tapestry, made by him, a present for them, his family and friends he loves so much and longs to touch, deeply touch. Thus, Tod writes.
-- “You and me” are the three most precious words in the world, yes? Holding hands as we lie in our double hammock we listen to the gentle rain as it serenely taps on the tin roof, softening the moment, making it seem like we’re living in a beautiful, romantic novel.
-- You’ve been here so long, soothing my brow, kissing my cheek, running your fingers through my hair, singing your song that brings along mollifying grace and calm. On the way, my tongue would never burn dry for you bringing me in a cup the cool of the nearby spring, nor did water barely begin to drop from your eye that I didn’t reach out, wipe it away and bring you strongly to my chest to have and hold you in my arms.
-- For a second he found himself wanting to stay here, he wanted the second point to stay also because he felt, and in the feeling he saw her to be as bright as the sun and as multifaceted as the best cut flawless diamond all in one package making epic colors of light, violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, gold, and red dance, pop, and zip in ways that brought glorious ecstasy into his mind and plunged the deepest depths of his heart.
A couple of years after I first discovered She and Him for myself and first posted this video on Facebook, I finally see myself for who I am, the guy who takes the time to stop and smell the roses. I'm comfortable looking at art and seeing beauty while I also understand and accept deep pain. So earlier yesterday I was delivering an order for Papa John's and decided to listen to this song with "fresh ears". I found myself listening to it and wanting to get into Zooey's head and know what it is she must be feeling.
I'm listening to the song and hear her say that it doesn't matter if she were willing, or even if the lights were turned down low, she knew he'd have to go. A guy, I'm a guy, a guy might think she was suggesting something physically exciting. But it hit me that she's serving
up her very real, raw exposed feelings. That, that right there is how this song captured my imagination. That's what this guy (dang it, this guy means me, lol) wants and desires, her very real, raw exposed feelings. That's why I've listened to this song over and over and over again. She tells how she could have been his girl, HIS GIRL, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes, heck, I'd like that too. He could've been her four-leaf clover. Wait what, she's saying she'd have felt lucky if she had him in her life, that's like finding the proverbial pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but from this guy's perspective (again, mine), for her to feel like she's found a four-leaf clover in the guy, the guy's the one that found the gold! I have to admit I puzzled why she'd have sent him the pillow she cried on. I kind of intuited that it had something to do with a female sensibility I'd never comprehend as a man. Then as I listened to how she was telling her feelings, I tried imagining receiving her cried on pillow. The more I made that real in mind, tears started feeling my eyes I mean she cried on this pillow and somehow having that pillow made me sad too, it also made me want to cry. I thought about the end of the video where she's smacking her gum, pouring him a cup of coffee while she glares at him and then walks away seemingly emotionally strong with her heart intact. I realized it's a game she's playing in front of him. She's told us in the song her hearts broken, shattered into a million and one-pieces. I'd love to be the guy she's pouring the coffee for. I'd gotten into her mind and I'd now be able to play the role she'd been looking for. She'd pour my coffee and then I'd ask her to sit down so we could spend time talking. Her heart would be intact and I'd hope, hopefully expectant. I guess I should add here that I use the phrase "play the role" respectfully. That's because it would have been the part I'd have waited for my whole life, the role of real-life played in living colors!
I forgot to mention how I also enjoy the video. They play the guy, the him in She and Him, as totally unaware she's even alive. Then they have all her friends dancing with her, they're being physically close to her, supporting her. I really
like and laugh out loud how the guys are acting all buff and everyone's glaring at him (the him in She and Him). Great vid!
Anyway, that's how I see it and would change the song to real life if I could. But then I kind of enjoy over-analyzing the simplest of things while I try and convince myself all I did was stop and smell some awesome roses!
By the way, you can watch the video here...
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