...then by all means, stop the music, burn the pianos, and shoot the composer.
We all have those moments.
When we just feel like breaking down...
When we just want to cry our hearts out...
When love (ha! Love. PUh-LEEZE.) is not helping. It's just. not. helping. It's just tearing your heart to shreds and making your eyes red with tears.
When those times hit, these are what I listen to:
NB: You may notice many of these songs are in the form of Pride and Prejudice fan videos. You will remember my previous comments about my *ahem* extensive researching...
S Club 7! British pop group...I love this song so dearly.
I first heard this when I was performing in PostSecret at Stages. I absolutely loved this song-it played at the dramatic climax of the play, and it fit so well. Ingrid Michaelson is an awesome singer/songwriter-I'm officially a fan.
This song makes me cry with joy. Some music has the power to reduce you to tears-and this is totally one of them!
I do dearly love Leona Lewis-these are my two favorites of her songs:
Hooray for North and South! I will admit that I love this more for the video than the music sometimes. XD
Ummm...what more can I say? This is the ultimate heartbreak song. Again, I listened to this a TON during PostSecret, since the director mentioned to me that this was one of the songs that reminded her of my character.
(P.S. I very, very much enjoy the Disney video that goes along with this song. :D)
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
If Music Be the Food of Love...
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sadness :(
So...I was going to post something cheerful and helpful, but...
I spent Sunday morning sobbing my eyes out.
Yessiree, folks, we took the Brits back to the airport on Sunday, and since we'd all shed tears Saturday evening at the final party, I was thinking to myself, "Will I actually cry at all this morning?"
Oh, and cry I did.
With a vengenance.
You know how there's this really nice crying that you do during movies and stuff, when tears well up in your eyes and flow delicately down your face?
You know that kind of crying?
Yeah, well, this was not that kind of crying.
This was the kind of crying where your face gets all red and tingly, and snot comes flowing out of your nostrils, and you make all sorts of unattractive sobbing sounds. It's not very pretty. :) And I went home, and I've been listening to this song ever since:
It's by Angus, who played Mowgli. Maybe this will help your guys' homesickness.
xoxo
I spent Sunday morning sobbing my eyes out.
Yessiree, folks, we took the Brits back to the airport on Sunday, and since we'd all shed tears Saturday evening at the final party, I was thinking to myself, "Will I actually cry at all this morning?"
Oh, and cry I did.
With a vengenance.
You know how there's this really nice crying that you do during movies and stuff, when tears well up in your eyes and flow delicately down your face?
You know that kind of crying?
Yeah, well, this was not that kind of crying.
This was the kind of crying where your face gets all red and tingly, and snot comes flowing out of your nostrils, and you make all sorts of unattractive sobbing sounds. It's not very pretty. :) And I went home, and I've been listening to this song ever since:
It's by Angus, who played Mowgli. Maybe this will help your guys' homesickness.
xoxo
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crying,
homesickness,
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