Music=Emotions

Music drives emotion. Seriously. Everyone can feel it, but for empaths, it is magnified. That’s why we like music so much. In fact, we crave it. I can’t imagine even one day without music.

Music is vast. It is wide. It is a rich. There is a song for any and every emotion we may experience. (And your choices will be different from mine.) Discovering the right song that connects to the right emotion at the right time is fantastic. It’s magic, affirmation, and catharsis/emotional release all rolled up into one. The right notes and lyrics help us to express what we can’t express alone. It is feeling beyond our own words.

Songs become part of our personal histories. We remember what was playing when something happened. We remember what songs got us through the very tough times. We know what ones express our anger or our sadness. We remember which ones were played at celebrations and concerts. At times in our lives, we latch on to one song and play it over and over because it expresses what we are feeling so well. Later, a few notes from a familiar tune can take you right back to a moment in time and a particular place.

Music is my number one stress buster and motivator. I like to play it loud because it literally blasts everything else out of my head. I’m the one driving into the parking lot at work, and with windows rolled up, you can still hear my raucous music. (My colleagues find it funny because I am a calm and peaceful person. They don’t realize that my music helps me stay that way.) Music helps me to start the day on the “right note.”

Did you know that there is something called “music psychology”? It is the study of how music effects us. You can get a college degree in music psychology.

“Music psychology, or the psychology of music, may be regarded as a branch of both psychology and musicology. It aims to explain and understand musical behavior and experience, including the processes through which music is perceived, created, responded to, and incorporated into everyday life.” ~ Wikipedia

Music enriches our lives. There is a song for every emotion and every occasion. What are you listening to today?

“Come On!”

“Come on!” Two of my favorite words. Especially when said with conviction. Especially when the singer belts it out into a microphone (head nod, head nod), it is an open invitation. It’s a singer’s battlecry. It’s a dare. It’s a let me take you on this emotional adventure with me, and you won’t regret it. It’s a call to get out of yourself and a let go moment. “Come on” says trust me. Take the trip. Hop on board. Let the music envelop you and change you. Float out of yourself and go. That’s what it feels like at a concert with a riveting performer. “Come on!” calls out and intensifies the experience.

“Come on!” is a wink, a tease, and a plea. “Come on” says join me, connect with me, please. “Come on” entices because it says, “I want You.” “I’m going on an adventure, and I want you to be a part of it.” I feel a physical pull in my heart when I hear these words, and usually I’m a goner (in true empath style).

Your answer to “Come on!” can be public or private. (As in, no one else has to know what is going on internally.) It can be in a collective moment, like at a concert when the music pulsates through your body and you move with it, or it can be a more private moment, like going off with a friend to parts unknown. Either way, it is YOUR moment. You get to say yay or nay. But if you say yay, say it with conviction and go.

“Come on!” can also be a shout out to rejoin the fray. Get back in the game. Spirit away. When I need to let it out and move on, I put on music. My old favorite “Come on!” is from Jim Morrison and the Doors in “LA Woman.” My new favorite “Come on!” is  from Sophia Urista and Brass Against in “Wake Up.” Made loud to be played loud. Releases emotions big time.

And if your’e feeling brave, drop a “Come on!” to someone else to join you  ~ and let go. No holds barred.

“Are You Experienced?” ~ Jimi Hendrix

I still remember my first concert experience. My first impression was realizing that this live music experience was like no other. It had its own rhythm and ritual. It had its own fuel. I entered this world, and I was now part of it. I had the ticket to get in, I earned my rite of passage, and I was now one of the initiated. I was hooked for life.

Years later, I still revel in the concert experience. There is nothing like live music. NOTHING. It is both a deeply personal experience and simultaneously, a communal one. It is a time when empaths can sway through all the emotions freely. It is an exuberant time for us.

The songs evoke emotion. And often the emotion is linked to the memories of our lives – both the good times and the dark ones. When you hear a band live (rather than a recording), the experience is magnified. The singer is speaking to you. You feel the words and the notes. You may be singing or dancing along with him or her.

And then it becomes something bigger. It becomes a communal experience shared with those around you. You may nod to each other. You may sway together. They feel it as well. They remember it as well. It is the only time these days that I am comfortable in a crowd – that I feel this is my community, just for this moment, just in this space of time. It is a singular experience that will never be exactly repeated.

I went to a concert two days ago, and I am still in a state of semi-eupohria. That’s how good it was. The singer was intense, the band was at its best, the venue was beautiful, and I was with someone I love. But really, the best part of the concert was the connection. This singer literally reached out to us during the show – to us, his devoted fans. He climbed across the chairs into the audience to get closer to us without missing a beat. He captivated me all over again. It was personal and it was communal and the music swept through us. And I was once again grateful for the live music experience.

 

Music Intensity

You feel too much. You think too much. You’re too intense. Hearing these things growing up, my thoughts were always the same. This is how I am. I don’t know how not to be this way.

I discovered early on that there was a place where I could publicly be as intense as I wanted without criticism – in my love of music. I don’t play, but oh, do I listen, and music has been an outlet for me my entire life.

Music abounds in our culture. It is easy to access throughout the day. You can listen to music as loud and as intensely and as often as you want. You can share it with passion and enjoy fandom. You can keep it to yourself and find self-expression through the songs you listen to.

Live music is euphoria for empaths. You can feel the pulse of the crowd. You can feel the intensity of the band. The singer’s words rip and flow through your veins. You lose yourself in the moment. It’s all feeling and movement and passion and you can just be who you are.

I like a wide range of music to match my many moods, but I gravitate toward crooners – the deeper voices sink into me. Listen to whatever moves you and helps you handle and express your emotions. Listening and feeling music every day just makes life better for us.