On Monday night, Bonnie, Andy, Zoe and I went to the Marin Theater Company to see Dani perform in a benefit for Broadway Cares: Equity Fights AIDS. The show was comprised of 6 musicicans and performers, all of whom are in MTC's current show, Beggar's Holiday. The performed a series of songs from new muicals and younger composers. I don't have to tell you it was incredible. These people are freakishly talented, and the program was made up of some very intense songs.
After the show, Bonnie and I were in the bathroom, chatting, and she mentioned how some of the songs were very emotional for her. I noticed the same thing and said, "You know, whatever emotion you're going through, no matter how specific and complicated and personal it is, someone's felt it before and they already wrote a song about it."
What' so horrible about this though is that you can't pick the artist that's going to articulate your feelings. Sometimes, as I confessed to Kelsey at 1am last night, Whitney Houston gets it right. (It's not Right, But it's Okay) It's been worse. I've been profoundly moved and comforted by the music of the following: Avril Levigne, Hoobastank, Robbie Williams, and N*Sync. Not a good sign.
It all comes down to the fact that at some point, you hear a song for the first or the hunderedth time and suddenly, it feels like it was written just for you, just for right now. Sometimes, you're driving a round listening to Elton John, and it all makes sense.
Oh my god. This IS why they call it the blues.