Musical Musings #2
Continuing our new feature, Musical Musings, we’re sharing songs that make us feel hopeful, feel happy or make us cry.
Okay, so starting with a song that make me feel hopeful. Unless this is your first time on the blog, I feel like you’ll pretty much be expecting this first one. My Shot is from the Hamilton soundtrack and it’s sort of my go to song when I need motivation to keep going. Whether it’s to keep fighting the uphill battle of a career in publishing or continuing to have enough energy to continue to protest, and not become complacent in terms of anything that’s currently happening in our country.
And in terms of hope, I’d be remiss, for obvious reasons, if I didn’t share this live version of MILCK’s Quiet that was recorded at the Women’s March in January. It gives me hope shaped goosebumps every time I hear it.
There are actually a bunch of songs that make me happy just to hear them (and of course, sing along), but these are the two that jumped into my head at the same time, so you get them both.
Gang of Rhythm by Walk Off the Earth always makes me smile. My sister, Cait, insisted that I listen to them. She was hoping they’d cure me of my love for Mumford and Sons. It didn’t work, but it did give me a new band to love.
Ani Difranco’s Little Plastic Castle is another one that just makes me smile to hear it. It also makes me want to take a roadtrip.
As much as I adore sad songs, there aren’t a lot that consistently make me cry. However, these two kill me pretty much every time I hear them. The first is, It’s Quiet Uptown from (you are unsurprised) the Hamilton soundtrack. The first time I heard it, I had to stop what I was doing and just weep.
Because my husband is awesome (he could only get three tickets, so he stayed home), the kids and I were able to go see Hamilton in Chicago on the 5th of this month. I figured I’d cry during It’s Quiet Uptown, and boy howdy, did I. But what I didn’t expect was that my son would also cry, and of course, that made me cry harder. So we ugly cried together.
I’m not a huge country music fan. I mean, sure, I like some old Johnny Cash and Emmylou Harris, but the newer country really isn’t my thing, but there’s a Garth Fucking Brooks song that makes me cry so hard any time I hear it that I have to turn it off or leave whatever place it’s playing, because I just can’t.
It’s The Dance. At my nephew’s funeral, one of my brother’s friends played and sang this song. It gutted me then, and it still guts me now. Just hearing the chords is enough to throw me back to the funeral, so if you want to hear it, you’re going to have to youtube that one yourself.