Have you ever felt music? Seen it? Have you ever created a music video in your head to a song you can’t stop playing? So have I. There’s a feeling that rushes through me causing a bolt of sensation. Different from chills where my body becomes cold, like the hands of spirit grazing my silhouette from head to toe. This feeling would be most synonymous with euphoria, but stronger. Most times my body becomes saturated in warmth, and love, and elation before being bum rushed with the need to implode. Imploding not being an option I resort to releasing as much of this moment through actions.
Sometimes I’ll squeeze whatever is near me as ripping items comme le Hulk is not only clear signs of the mad, but selfishly destructive. [Like I get it’s exciting, but you just ripped apart my Saint Laurent silk blouse… do you plan on replacing that?] Other times, I make shrill, high-pitched sounds ideal for curing the deaf. But most of the time, my face resembles that of that popular video of the baby losing it to Kid Cudi. [Boo, I’m thinking the same thing you are. I like Cudi but I’m not getting hype over him like that. Real talk.]
That’s how I feel whenever I watch Carpool Karaoke with James Corden. The first episode I watched was of James and the Biebs, and was like, “Ohh… this is nice. He knows the words to his own songs. Yay?” It wasn’t until I saw Adele in the car that I fell in love. Not because it was Adele, but it was the person we saw her as in the car. James brings out something in these artists that we don’t typically see. [Unless you’re Mariah. Girl, your face said, “Not to close and don’t converse too long. Ok?” It was so uncomfortable to watch I turned it off after a couple of songs. Premature? Of course, but I prefer to remember Carey as she was on that episode of MTV Fanatic.] From there, it became a ritual to watch CK and laugh, sing and experience this indefinable euphoric moments.
When I watched Chris Martin I knew we were meant to be together [three years max though… You know I still need to make time for the others i.e. Fassbender, Coops, DiCaprio, McGorry, etc]. When I watched Sia it was like I had just witnessed the rebirth of life itself, but TODAY brought about that aforementioned sense need to implode. Today (it’s not really today, I’m just writing it the day it happened) I treated myself to two of the latest webisodes of CK featuring Red Hot Chili Peppers and Broadway Royals – Lin-Manuel Miranda, Audra McDonald, Jesse Tyler Ferguson and Jane Krakowski – and my life became permanently altered.
My sister put me on to RHCP in the 90s, so our relationship has been over a decade strong. As I was never a theatre person [have you met theatre kids/people. They are so damn extra. Even their fans are extra! I remember there was a friend who would ask me, “Remember that song…” then start singing it, remixing it to their own liking. EVERY. TIME. I was like, “Bitch, don’t sing at me! Just tell me the song and why you’re asking.” “Ohhhh, just because.” ::rolls eyes:: That’s why I didn’t do theatre kids, and it wasn’t until college that I understood that was the norm. Everything all of sudden clicked when I was explained the stereotype. I just thought they were looking for attention, or obliviously annoying. No… that’s what happens, apparently.] so didn’t embrace the beauty they brought to music, but I always appreciated the emotive connection brought upon by music.
I truly never knew I could form a deeper connection with sound, but with each carpool my body succumbs to its powers. Go watch all of them right now on YouTube (or just click where they are mentioned in this post. No problem, boo… I got you!) and tell me, “Tillie, youse a lie.” I dare you. I triple dog dare.
Still need more convincing, here’s a video of One Direction sans Zayn getting whooped in dodge ball by some badass women.
Until the next curtain call,
xTillie
P.S. Corden, need a few backup singers for some episodes? ::puts thumb to ear and pinky finger to mouth:: Call me, boo. ::winks::