Cheers

A warm afternoon, sitting in the sun and listening to music.  Well…and…

Look, I’m sitting in the sun with music blaring in my ears — of course I’m writing, too!

I wasn’t thinking about doing a blog post today, however.  No, today was for stories.  But…

But, there’s always a but, in my life!

I can’t listen to music and not get ideas.  Yeah, yeah…I still have that bit of flashfiction I promised early last week, but that ain’t where this is going.  I still have the image in my head, and I still want to write the piece,* but that ain’t gonna happen today.

*I’ll stake out the parameters now: 400 words, from an image of snow softly falling in the streetlights…

Now, what pulled me away from my first love — from longform storytelling — was a song.  A song that…evoked.

I’ve talked more than once about the ability of music to evoke in the listener emotion and memory and feeling.  From sadness to joy, from nostalgia to hope, from the bitterest regret to the purest hope, music can — and should —  make the listener feel.

Er…kinda like all art…

The writerly aside is, by the way, the same as it ever has been on these blog pages: if your story does not make your reader feel, you’re doin’ it wrong.

Now, I’ve talked before about nostalgia…and about my general aversion to that particular sin.  But, well — yep, there’s yet another but in my life! — that aversion applies more to that brand of nostalgia that makes you…well…sad.  The nostalgia that makes you think back and want.  The nostalgia of what could have been.  The nostalgia of what you have lost, and what you never had.

There is, however, a good kind, too.

There is that nostalgia that makes you think about everything you have done…about everyone you’ve loved…about the world as a place of experience and fun, rather than one of lack and loss…

There is that nostalgia that reminds you of friends who are still there, rather than of those long past…

To make up for the 1,600 word monster-post of last Friday, I’ll keep this one short and close it out here…with, of course, the song that made me think about the ”good” nostalgia.  Forget the specific names and events noted in the song, and just let yourself feel the emotion behind it all.  For me, it brings the memories and emotions of pints of Grimm in the backroom of the brewery…

Of giant margaritas — with extra tequila, of course! — with Sally and Pete and ‘Stina…

Of long nights of stiff drinks and shitty pool at Snug Harbor…

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