ASC Pt. III

I think this maybe a must read from me.

My class just went over something today that I found quite interesting... Okay, I didn't actually read the book or the verse or the dialogue or whatever it was, but the way it was explained to me was quite interesting and something I see a lot of in my own life.

The line is as simple as this

"I Sing The Woods"

What on earth does that mean? It seems a little odd and vague and high brown and pretencious and Frasier, but I will try my best to explain the situation.

So what does this dense line say? Or at least, what does this one line begin to explain? Well, it relates to the idea of experience and belonging to a moment. Imagine if you will going to a concert with a friend. In fact, let's make it a bit more specific and let's make the concert... oh, I don't know... Weezer. Yes, I always use Weezer so let's keep on theme here. So imagine you go to a concert with a friend and as you're there with him or her, you lives are kind of connected by this event. You aren't you, and he or she isn't she, you're both part of something greater. You're a part of the audience. You're a part of the assembled mass that has come to worship the lines "I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me." And for that hour or so, you're together as one. But once the music stops... well what are you?

When the music stops, you're not part of the audience anymore, you're not connected to the music anymore, and you're back to being yourself, back to being an individual. You're no longer a part of something good or greater than you, you're back to just being one person.

Say quite sometime goes by and you lose track of the person you went to this concert with. You know, things happen, maybe you end up going to different schools or you graduate and you stop corresponding or maybe one of you moves across the country or maybe you just lose each other somehow... hey, it happens. And say that one day you're just walking down the street and you bump into this person, very out of the blue. You talk about things, you try to catch up and see what the person has become in that time... and eventually, if the concert was good (and what Weezer concert could be bad if they happen to in fact have played El Scorcho) you remember back to the concert. You may remember it really well, or maybe they saw the whole thing in a completely different light from you, maybe they didn't like it or maybe one of you remembers a lot of details or the other remembers those little details differently. Essentially, the two people you were at the concert no longer exist. They exist at that time, at that concert, during that song... but you're different now. You're two different people that can never go back to that song.

Isn't that sad? It reminds me of a lot of differnt people... Nicole is one. I wanna see her again, but it makes me think that she and I are just two people that existed in a shakespeare class from a year ago that liked watching Video On Trial and liked referencing movies from the mid-90's "Give me back my Son!" It reminds me of Lauren... she'll always be tied to that seminal part of my life where I was just so happy and in love and she was the only one I could talk to about it all. And while I'm still struggling with El Scorcho, I'm sure she's moved on to new artists and new songs. And then finally I think of Anna. We'll always exist in the world of technology and mass communication and pearson international and The Journey's End and The Quality Inn and Riverside Park and New Year's Day... My life hasn't changed at all since then, it's just situation between her and I is different. I think perhaps I've clung on to so much of what I was back then because in essence I don't want to let go of her. So much around me has changed... I moved houses, I have a new bed, the car we drove around in now belongs to my cousin... just so much has changed. But when I hear the lines "I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me" or "I need help and you're way across the sea" for a moment, for a brief flash I can feel what she meant to me and how important that entire time was to me... the briefness fades fast, but for that short instant flash, I can love her again.

Words and dreams and a million screams
Oh how I need a hand in mine to feel