So I was just walking down the street to pick up some chinese and I had one of those moments where I really felt like my life was part of a movie.
It’s right before a storm hits, but in that cool peaceful delicious way – not ominous and scary, and I’m walking along with ’stonian as cars and bikes pass. We run into a young couple and their dog Thomas and discuss how dogs should all have proper and stately human names. Then after procuring kung pao we pass a man and his son walking home from school – the boy, about 6 or 7, playing a tune on the harmonica.
Now let me tell you, this is what dreams are made of.
I don’t know if other people experience this phenomena very often, but I do and I wholeheartedly enjoy it every time, because in all honesty I wish my life were cinema. More often than not my complaint with life (in the big picture sense) is that I’ve been disillusioned my television and cinema to the point where real life is just sort of an upset. I feel that the majority of the weight of this burden of realism would be lifted if one cinematic element could occur in my life: non-diagetic sound. That is – if my life had a soundtrack.
I don’t mean this in the “Third Eye Blind will always remind me of the summer of 1998 sense” but rather the idea that music would fade in and out of the background of my life in relation to the situation at hand. Pivotal moment would have epic music. I think this is why so many people enjoy donning their iPods. unfortunately Steve Jobs hasn’t figured out how to have my iPod magically configure playlists based on my moods and ever-changing scenery. But one must also figure that if everyone wore headphones all the time no one would ever interact. Therefore when on mass-transit I almost always give up my desire for the perfect melodic moment in favor of a chance meeting of an interesting individual.
I gues for now I must treasure those simple moments where I realize my life really is the stuff of which dreams films are made.
2 Comments
September 11, 2008 at 10:43 pm
I play a mean harmonica.
September 15, 2008 at 10:35 pm
whatever, third eye blind will always remind me of karaoke in nags head.
which will always remind me of the song about your ladyparts.
so… third eye blind reminds me of your ladyparts?