Monday afternoon
Oct. 14th, 2002 03:48 pmI am currently making a country & western compilation tape for a friend. Hopefully they'll still be my friend afterwards.
Have you ever listened to Elvis' version of 'Kentucky Rain'? It's Awesome, and I don't use that word lightly I can tell you. I've listened to it approximately every 10 minutes since I got the CD from the library on Saturday. I get like that with certain songs. It happened with Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. I loved it, I thought it was Eaglesesque in it's goodness. I could never listen to it enough, and then one day I could, and the love affair was over.
I find that good stories these days have a far more profound effect on me than they used to. After reading Modus Vivendi by Wiseacress, I couldn't read anything else for a day or two. This never used to happen, I was a veritable hoover for fanfic, but then I was less discerning. Three years in fandom is long enough to get over the 'glutting' syndrome.
I don't often get the same compusion to go back time and again to stories, as I do with music, but sometimes I do. It has happened with novels and with fanfic, the earliest example being 'The Lord of the Rings', and the latest example being 'A Spirit of Brotherhood', by Torch. Maybe it's to do with how far you can lose yourself in the writers world. But you can keep a world in your imagination, almost as fresh as when you read it. For me, music needs constantly refreshing. I can't sit and play with a Beethoven symphony in my head like I can with characters from, say, Harry Potter.
Maybe it's to do with how complete the experience is that is offered you. With 'Kentucky Rain', there is nothing I can do with that musical experience to make it better (I can't sing), it's given to me whole. It's different with fiction, Usually in a story there are loose ends to follow and ideas to chase, and I can use them to make something of my own.
And also, music is an intensely sensory experience. I need to hear it so it can give me that thrill. I can't reproduce the feeling myself. My reaction to fiction is internal and I can give myself an emotional kick just from thinking of something I enjoyed.
Well. Time has passed, and it's time to go home.
Have you ever listened to Elvis' version of 'Kentucky Rain'? It's Awesome, and I don't use that word lightly I can tell you. I've listened to it approximately every 10 minutes since I got the CD from the library on Saturday. I get like that with certain songs. It happened with Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. I loved it, I thought it was Eaglesesque in it's goodness. I could never listen to it enough, and then one day I could, and the love affair was over.
I find that good stories these days have a far more profound effect on me than they used to. After reading Modus Vivendi by Wiseacress, I couldn't read anything else for a day or two. This never used to happen, I was a veritable hoover for fanfic, but then I was less discerning. Three years in fandom is long enough to get over the 'glutting' syndrome.
I don't often get the same compusion to go back time and again to stories, as I do with music, but sometimes I do. It has happened with novels and with fanfic, the earliest example being 'The Lord of the Rings', and the latest example being 'A Spirit of Brotherhood', by Torch. Maybe it's to do with how far you can lose yourself in the writers world. But you can keep a world in your imagination, almost as fresh as when you read it. For me, music needs constantly refreshing. I can't sit and play with a Beethoven symphony in my head like I can with characters from, say, Harry Potter.
Maybe it's to do with how complete the experience is that is offered you. With 'Kentucky Rain', there is nothing I can do with that musical experience to make it better (I can't sing), it's given to me whole. It's different with fiction, Usually in a story there are loose ends to follow and ideas to chase, and I can use them to make something of my own.
And also, music is an intensely sensory experience. I need to hear it so it can give me that thrill. I can't reproduce the feeling myself. My reaction to fiction is internal and I can give myself an emotional kick just from thinking of something I enjoyed.
Well. Time has passed, and it's time to go home.