Move-E Mew-Sick

I hear cool songs in public all the time. Sad thing is, the songs are many times much cooler as I stride the isles of Urban Outfitters, or watch the rolling credits of a great film. It happens to me all the time. I’ll get home, and hunt down the tune only to realize it’s nothing to write home about. The experience combined with the music made them both better. I’m getting at two things here. The seemingly perfect marriage between music and film, and in the bigger scope of things, the correlation of music with life’s most gratifying moments. Triumph, faith, destiny, pain, suffering. The best music encompasses characteristics from each. Songs have the power to resurface old memories and inspire the broken-hearted. There’s dynamic shift, change, transparency, and yearning. Each is present to shed light on the never-ending human condition. They point to life.  It makes sense that music mixes with movies like alcohol and drugs mix with Charlie Sheen. Movies all tell a story. Mundane or spectacular, all film attempts to capture life’s interesting moments. In the future there will be machines that detect emotional shift. They will play accompanying music for our different moods or feelings. Our lives will be on-going movies...