Ru or Ru not. There is no try.
I remember being in university, sitting in my friend Timothy’s room in residence, listening to the EART HL I NG album, and letting it take us to transcendent levels of consciousness while our contemporaries were probably using controlled substances for the same effect. You little wonder, you. (cont.)
I really got into Fight Song last year. On January 1st of this year, Rachel Platten’s Wildfire album was released in its entirety.
If I’d been paying attention, I would’ve noticed that the second similarly empowering single from the album was released in September. Better late than never, right? Heck, it sets a nice tone for a new year. There’s a video for it that isn’t a lyric video, but I kinda prefer this one.
In fact, I’ve actually listened to the whole album and you can find my thoughts on it at My Entertainment World.
A lot of things haven’t been going as planned, lately. Which, y’know, is life. And while it’s not necessarily good to look at every audition for which you’re not called back as a bullet dodged, my incurable optimism usually leads me to look for the universe to open a window somewhere when a door gets closed.
Sometimes changes come in waves, though, crashing against the side of your vessel and seeming like they’re never going to let up. I feel blessed by all of the personal floatation devices in my life – they’ve made the prospect of getting tossed overboard seem less hopeless. And I’m grateful for the brain chemicals that always, eventually, push me out of bed in the morning.
When the waters calm and the sky clears, I get my bearings (as best I can) and set a course. Even if the destination hasn’t changed, it’s still setting a new course. And eventually the muscles that were tensed, bracing for impact, relax. One enjoys the smooth sailing while one can, ’cause you can’t live worrying about storm clouds that haven’t formed yet. You can only control what you can control. And sometimes it’s best to let yourself forget the rest.
I’m a sucker for things like romantic comedies. Or maybe more like a suck-ee? I get sucked into a lot of moments and I’m along for the ride when it comes to most predictable plot lines, getting misty or even more optically humid just as the music starts to swell.
There are definitely pieces of music like that too. The fact that I’m posting a link to this song now is a pretty clear indication that I don’t have my finger on the pulse of new music as it’s released, but I think this song found its way to my eardrums just when I needed it.
I dunno… maybe you’re hearing it for the first time today. I hope it does good things for your state of mind too. Even if you’re not getting your motor running on a theatre project.
…speaking of theatre projects, this week the audition notice was posted for the show I’m directing this fall. You remember the one with the really nifty fundraising strategy, right? Feel free to share both of those links around. And this song, too. Y’never know who might need a bit of a boost.