Saturday Share: Lyrics

Music really is a magical thing. It has the power to bring out emotions in individuals, bring people together, and physically relax someone – mind, body, and soul. I have always been a fan of all kinds of music: classic rock, alternative, pop, rap, rhythm and blues, motown, etc. I certainly can appreciate a collection of sounds and words that create a connection with someone using only one of their senses.

Last week I posted the first of three parts for the 3 Quote Challenge by sharing some of my favorite television quotes. This week, I’ll be continuing the challenge with 3 of my favorite music lyrics.

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Thanks Wikipedia for the photo!
“And I’m alive
And I don’t need a witness
To know that I survived
I’m not looking for forgiveness
I just need light
I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution” – Jack’s Mannequin, The Resolution

It’s no shock that I love Jack’s Mannequin and Andrew McMahon. It was actually incredibly difficult to pick just one quote from one song to highlight – I could do a whole 3 Quote Challenge on his music.

 

1222141411 (1)“You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us and the world will live as one.” – John Lennon, Imagine

It’s a classic, there’s no doubt about it. It’s likely that most of the world knows the words to the song Imagine. The picture, while not the best, is a piece I painted for my sister a few years ago with the lyrics to the song.

 

wedding“All the things that you will do
And now I’m standing next to you
And darling I will see you through the rest of our lives
With you beside me I have won
I’m glad I’ve waited for so long
There is no doubt that you are the one
For me
You are the love of my life
You are the love of my life” – Michelle Featherstone, Man and Wife

This was the song Justin and I danced to at our wedding reception. It’s awkward to dance in front of a room full of people, but I loved listening to this song as we celebrated our new marriage.

Music is pretty awesome. If you’re a music fan, I want to hear your favorite lyrics! If you’re reading and want to share – JOIN THE CHALLENGE!

Next week – the final post for the 3 Quote Challenge.

One in the Crowd

Standing in a dark, crowded room you can feel the anticipation from the crowd. People are filing in, slowly staking claim on their spot on the floor. You watch the room fill in around you, as the lights go down and suddenly this room full of strangers are instantly connected as  the atmosphere in the room is directed toward the stage. Your favorite musician has taken the stage.


Usually, I am not one to enjoy a concert experience. Crowds make me anxious, the words “General Admission” just make me think of sweaty crowds of people spilling beer, and most of the time the music doesn’t sound nearly as good as it does on the record. There is one exception to this, for me. I will travel far distances to be in the crowd at an Andrew McMahon show. His music has been a huge part of the last ten years of my life.

It started with one song, showcased on my favorite television show and a trip to the music store, back in the days we had music stores. I bought the Jack’s Mannequin Everything in Transit album and it remained in my car’s CD player for the majority of the life of that car. I knew all of the words to every song and felt a connect to the music that I had never felt before. When I realized they would be in Detroit for a concert that winter, I immediately bought tickets for my sister and I for Christmas. Little did I know, she had the same idea. Thankfully my mother managed to make sure only one of us purchased the tickets. 

Waiting in line on that freezing February evening, in downtown Detroit, saying I was annoyed would be an understatement. We were in line blocks away from the venue surrounded by screaming teenyboppers. It was the first concert I had been to in a venue that primarily had general admission, no chairs or tables, just a room full of bodies. We found an elevated spot to call our own and waited, for what seemed like hours, for Jack’s Mannequin to take the stage. The crowd erupted once Andrew walked to his place behind the piano and before I knew it I was in for the most impressive show of my life. You can tell, by the way Andrew performs that he loves what he does, he has fun, he jumps, dances, and practically beams from behind his mic. I was hooked. 

I didn’t realize at the time but, later my connection to this man and his music would only strengthen as I learned about his battle with leukemia. In his early 20s, Andrew was diagnosed with leukemia and ultimately underwent a bone marrow transplant. Before a few months ago, I had no idea what that meant and couldn’t relate to the year his life was put on hold. 

Since that first show I have seen Andrew McMahon perform three other times, once just this last weekend in Grand Rapids. My sister and I drove the 143 miles on a Thursday evening to pack in with the rest of crowd to see Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness perform, and for a couple of hours we were all transformed to an alternate universe, listening, singing, dancing, and laughing. 
The week before we left, I found myself sitting at home browsing the list of documentaries available on Netflix. I came across “Dear Jack” the film about Andrew’s battle with leukemia. I spent the majority of the following hour crying as I watched this musician that I adored go through this fight I knew inevitably would be something I’d watch my husband go through. I was thankful for the opportunity to see it, but also terrified. Everything became very real, very quickly. 

It was oddly comforting to see that the man who made my favorite music knew about this world and used his experiences to push forward in his art. It wasn’t a coincidence that I found myself, new concert t-shirt in hand, standing in a room full of people listening to his story all over again. Eleven years post transplant and I was one of the many in the crowd, cheering him on. As usual, there was a table in the back of the venue taking registration for bone marrow donors. With tears forming behind my eyes, listening to the music of my favorite musician, I joined my sister at the table and officially became a member of the bone marrow donor registry. 

I turned back toward the stage just in time to hear his final song, one of my favorites and savored the moment. The moment my love for music became a little bit more.