Certain music (Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" cover, Radiohead's "Reckoner") falls under this category, as well as film ("Donnie Darko", "Requiem for a Dream"), and art ("Scream"). What is it about them that is beautiful? What region of our pysche relates to the profound sadness to make this connection with beauty?
I think it's interesting how Americans are drawn to these seeming downers. I always wondered if our fascination with violence, death, therapy, etc. stems from a lack of exposure to these things in our day to day lives. I don't think a lot of Indian children would freak out at the drive through when they're served regular frieds instead of the curly ones they ordered.
Then again, maybe they would. Perhaps having the choice of curly vs. straight is something else we take for granted. And if I was given my first McDonald's experience, and was brought up having no money, had never seen a french fry, had never tasted ketchup, I might be massively disappointed if my order got screwed up.
I've been listening to Jeff Buckley's cover of "Hallelujah" pretty heavily for the last couple of days, and my mood tends to get a little colored. Nothing overtly dramatic. I've been more wistful, which can be a rut, but I also noticed how much I started hating people today at work. Nobody really even gave me shit, but the general selfishness of people was really eating at me. I think if someone had been extremely demanding, I could easily write it off as a one-time-thing, but everyone's requests seemed to be petty and without point.
The cure? Turn my speakers up full volume and blast Peter Gabriel's "Solsbury Hill."
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