It is said music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. No, it’s not beast, that’s a common misquote. But I think ole William Congreve knew what he was talking about in 1697.
(If you’re interested, the original line is as follows –
“Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak”)
And while music can indeed soothe it can also elicit other emotional responses… joy, sadness, nostalgia, triumph etc.
And when asked what songs move me? The first one that pops into my head is Eric Clapton’s “My Father’s Eyes” from this album.
I lost my dad when I was 15 years old and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it. To this day I can’t talk about him… or listen to that song… without crying.
I grew up in New Jersey and had many Italian friends. These Italian friends had Italian mothers who cooked. Boy howdy, did they ever. So when I saw this list the other day I knew I would do pretty well…
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Though I do have a tendency to make my bruschetta a soft middle consonant instead of hard.
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It’s bush hogging season in the country and when the man comes to do our neighbor’s field …
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We have him do our back half acre to the woods as well.
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Our backyard leaves have turned, but like the rest of the state not vibrantly.
Are you thinking about moving? Maybe into a slightly larger home?
If so, I’ve got your back.
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And if the high cost seems out of reach, just know it’s the house where Dark Shadows was filmed years ago. Walking the halls with Barnabas Collins? You can’t put a price on that.
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Am I the only one who does this? You’re driving down the road when you hear a song you want to add to your iPod so you take a picture of the radio for future reference?
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Considering no one uses iPods anymore, I’m going to guess yes.
I’m the only dinosaur who does this.
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I’ve long considered myself a tree hugging liberal without ever giving much thought to actually hugging a tree.
While I can think of quite a few songs that pull at my heart strings or choke me up on occasion…. there’s only one that turns me into a blubbering mess every single time.
I’m an only child of older parents and was a daddy’s girl from day one.
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I lost him when I was 15 and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it.
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