I’ve always loved music.
I’ve always loved stories.
I’ve always been relatively sad.
I’ve always loved music that told sad stories.
…but is this healthy?
📸: Lexi Miles, used with permission.
I’m a proprietor of sad songs, and always have been. My website is literally sadbastardmusic.com, and I’ve really owned that whole concept within my own music and the music that I listened to for the bulk of my life: SADDDDDD
Over the past few years, I found myself not listening to much of the music I’d consider to be my music just because it hurt too much. I have tons of mix CDs from my college days that I’ve only recently been able to revisit.
Music hurts.
And is the catharsis good or is it harmful? Obviously this is a rhetorical question that each person must answer individually, but while I’ve been digging into some great music (links below), it’s just all so sad. All the time.
Shouldn’t we choose to get out of those places if we have the choice? Is music my depressed friend constantly pulling me back down into the abyss? Is music my toxic abusive lover?
…because right now, it feels like the answer to all of this is yes, but what if I’m in a codependent relationship with my music? Not only the tunes I write but the ones I put in my ears?
If you’re interested in hearing what I’m listening to today, I’m curating a playlist on Spotify that you can feel free to follow and tell me what you think about it all. I’m always interested in the opinions of the Hive Mind, because I feel like I’m losing mine today.