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Music May Just Be The Salve Our Devastatingly Broken World Needs


As I was watching the new Gilmore Girls revival, and floating along the river of my emotions, I found myself especially struck by one scene in particular: Luke and Lorelai’s wedding scene. I wondered to myself why this scene– which, sure, was very sweet and gratifying– seemed to impact me so forcefully in a show positively overflowing with nostalgia, love and laughter. Then it hit me: it was the song that was playing during the dreamy, lush sequence.

While Sam Phillips’ “Reflecting Light” is a lovely, ethereal song in its own right, it means so much more to us Gilmore Girls loyalists. Why? Because it was the song that played when Luke and Lorelai danced together on their first date, at Liz and TJ’s wedding. To have the series come full circle in such a meaningful way was more than my delicate little sensibilities could tolerate, and I found myself sobbing openly as I watched. 

They say that scent is the greatest link to memory we have, and I do not dispute this fact; I’ve experienced the olfactory phenomenon multiple times myself. I would argue, however, that music has been grossly overlooked when it comes to shooting a person back down memory lane. All it takes is a few chords of a favorite tune to transport us back to nights gone by, car rides with friends and general contentment.

Music is the world’s equalizer. When I’m at an Aerosmith concert, I don’t care if the person dancing to “Sweet Emotion” next to me voted for Donald Trump.

When I listen to Hozier croon about an “Arsonist’s Lullaby,” I lose myself in the smooth silkiness of his voice and lyrics and forget my menial problems, even if just for four minutes and twenty-seven seconds.

When Beyoncé muses about girls running the world, I feel strength and power course through my veins, and am ready for whatever is to be thrown at me.

When the first notes of “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes” sound, all of the world’s ails fade away, and Crosby, Stills and Nash give me a seven minute and twenty-seven second respite that soothes my chaotic spirit.

The Dixie Chicks inspire me to remember what matters, but to always stand up for what I believe in and remain steadfast in my convictions.

Salt-N-Pepa reinforce that owning and enjoying my sexuality is nobody’s damn business but my own.

Music has no party lines. We like what we like, and there’s no qualifying it. I recently had a conversation with someone who refused to even consider the possibility of enjoying some of the new Justin Bieber songs because she can’t stand him as a person. I get it, we wear our musical tastes as a badge of honor– a way to gauge coolness and likeness to one another. But to that I say: STOP IT, if for no other reason that Purpose is actually a goddamn fantastic album. There’s no such thing as a musical guilty pleasure. Disliking art just because of who the artist is is not hurting them, but you. John Lennon was an utterly horrid person. Like, honestly, he was just the worst.

And sometimes, I do get a qualm when I think about how much joy the music of this retched man brings me. But to be honest, if I boycotted all of the art that was created by a terrible person, there wouldn’t be much left to choose from. Artists are tortured souls. Does that give them free reign to maim, abuse, pillage, molest, destruct or any other horrible thing some brilliant douchebag has done? Absolutely not. All I’m saying is– live and let live. Like what you like, and be okay with it.

Let the music do the communicating for you. Find something that speaks to your mood and discover new ways to ease your own tortured soul, and fuck all the rest of it. If you want to jam out to Celine Dion’s “Power of Love” in the car using your hairbrush as a microphone, do it. If you think John Lennon was a musical genius (he was), it’s okay. It doesn’t make YOU a bad person. You do you. Music is the safest vice in the world, indulge yourself in it.

We Sirens are known for our song, so we’ve compiled a running playlist for everyone to enjoy. It has no theme, and it has no rules. It is simply a mashup of the music that makes us feel… anything– and everything.


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