I’m curious if the stereotype portrayed by movies that many relationships have a special song or piece of music associated with them is actually true. Do many of your relationships "have a song?"
I’ve only had one relationship in which we developed an emotional connection through music, and “had a song;” three songs actually.
This post is going to be LONG, likely emotional, and purely for my benefit. Dont feel like you have to read it for the sake of discussing the question above.
Flanders posts on K-pop led me to YouTube where I stumbled upon one of these songs, listening to it and then later the others has sent me spiraling through hours of recollection and self-reflection. Unfortunately, I’ve shit to do right now and can’t deal with it, so I am writing this post, as a means of letting go again. Tread softly, much of what makes up who I am today, the hopes and dreams of my past, and ultimately my heart, lies underfoot.
I’d always had an interest in and respect for good music, but was always displeased with the offerings of the mass media. In my teens I proclaimed to my friends that their music was crap, and that I, with an inability to play any instrument and no musical background, could compose something better with minimal effort. This proclamation led me to various internet forums and the search for software that would allow me to do just that. One of these forums had tutorials on software that turned out to be exactly what I was looking for, and contained a community eager to help newcomers. As I got better I started entering my compositions into the forum competitions. Shortly after one of the forum members contacted me saying that she had noticed me from my posts and the way I approached my compositions resonated with her. She told me she was a singer who primarily did more upbeat kids music, but wanted to try something new, and asked if I would like to work together. I was a bit wary, I honestly preferred instrumentals to vocals at that time, and had never heard anything from her, but being me I had to at least try it out. So, I asked her to sing for me. We tried transferring an mp3, but our connection was terrible and it was going to take hours (14.4 modems… those were the days)
She gave me her phone number and asked me to phone her. It was international, but I suppose I had expected that. Have you ever had someone sing for you? Someone who can actually sing, with emotion, and only to you? Even over an international phone call, it’s one of those things that you just can’t describe. I didn’t understand a word she sung, but I was completely enthralled, the world outside of the sounds she was making ceased to exist, and when she finished there was nothing I could say. I eventually promised to do whatever I could to help her out if she would just sing to me on occasion.
Several $600 phone bills later I purchased a 56k modem, and we really began making beautiful music together. We talked every single day for more than a year. During that period the thought of real relationships, and other girls, never crossed my mind. I learned Japanese to understand her songs, and we knew everything about each other. We were madly in love, but would likely never meet.
Yet, One day I came home after work and there she was. The most beautiful girl in the world was standing in my kitchen wearing a little blue dress, with tears running down her cheeks. I wanted to say something witty, make the first move, do something, but I was entranced by her yet again.
She had apparently conspired with my friends and my roommate for months to surprise me after she graduated from high school by moving in for three months. She had planned her vacation perfectly, she left right after writing her university entrance exam in January and would return the day before classes started. She showed up while I was at work and they moved my roommate out, set up a little recording studio in his room, cleaned and rearranged my room to suit two people, then made dinner for us. She‘d planned to be nonchalant about the whole thing. Greeting me at the door with a kiss and ushering me off to the shower while she set the table, and later singing for me in our new studio.
It never happened that way… She just stood there in tears while we stared at each other awkwardly, and then I walked up and held her. That’s all I remember from that night, holding her. I’m sure I had that shower, that we ate some sort of apple and cucumber pasta, and that we probably kissed, but my only real memory from that night is holding her for hours upon end, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
I said something silly in the morning like “you’re usually gone when I wake up,” and we made love.
Not the brazen goal oriented sex we have here, but the slow, sensual, cuddly lovemaking one has with a virginal girl whom they have been in love with for a year, but have never touched.
Someone had a thread here asking about the best sex you have ever had. This is mine.
It started with a year of foreplay, followed by an entire night of cuddling. Next came hours of soft sensual touching while we explored each other’s bodies. The intensity built as we started to kiss, tasting each other’s lips, skin, nipples… I’ll never forget looking into her eyes as she was penetrated for the first time, or noises and movements she made when I sat her in my lap and gently coaxed an orgasm out of her.
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I went downstairs to grab us some drinks while she moved into the studio, and started plinking away at her keyboard. When I got up there she was all dressed up and had dimmed the lights she sat me down on the couch and told me she wanted me to hear her really sing. She started a karaoke orchestral version of Ayumi Hamasaki’s boys and girls playing on the keyboard and moved to the center of the room.
She closed her eyes and lifted her head to the ceiling then made a fist with her right hand, covered it with her left, and squeezed her shoulders and elbows together like she was drawing in all the energy of the room. I giggled a bit inside at how super cute she was being, but then like a light switch flipping she opened her eyes, stared right into me and started to sing. It was upbeat and filled with happiness, but it was not cute, it was monumental. I just sat there like a deer caught in the headlights, with wide open eyes, and no coherent thoughts whatsoever.
Lyrics roughly translated
We began to shine. Someone can stop us, right?
We began to flap our wings. Someone had the right to stop them, right?
It's on my lips.
It's in my dreams.
It's a story told by two.
You say you want to be happy.
You've already been so many times.
What do you want?
What's lacking?
Where will you turn?
Even if you ask,
I won't have the answer.
The moment you support me,
don't forget
the promises we exchanged
this summer.
We began to shine. If it's us we'll grasp tomorrow sometime, right?
We began to flap our wings. If it's them then they'll find a shining tomorrow, right?
I was really expecting it.
I was really doubting it.
What was it? Who was it?
They say he's a good person.
He seems like a person I don't care about.
The morning glow is dazzling.
It pierces my eyes.
My breast hurts.
I was a little confused
The only experience I could think of that would be similar enough to explain the feeling would be like having a heart attack while cumming. You see and hear nothing outside the experience, you feel something being drawn out of you and it feels so good, but your chest hurts, and it keeps hurting more and more, but it feels so good, and then it’s over, and your lying there half dead with a stupid expression on your face.
The experience was so moving that my mind has created a Pavlovian response to that particular song, It has the ability to erase whatever emotion I am currently feeling and replace it with the complete serenity I was feeling at that time.
Pure lust is as close as I can come to an explanation of what I was feeling when she stopped. Like when you need someone so badly that you just can’t keep your hands off them, there’s nothing else you can do but jump up and kiss them, pin them against the wall, rip off their clothes and fuck them silly right there.
That’s not exactly it though, it wasn’t just sexual lust, it wasn’t just her body that I lusted over... It was her as an entity. I needed her to be mine. I admired everything that she was, and couldn’t imagine someone like that could exist in the world. She was like an angel come to earth, I needed to protect her, treasure her, build monuments to her, conquer her enemies, biblical stuff… Yet, at that moment I could do none of that, there was no way to express my need. I felt like I was going to explode. All I could really do at that moment was look her in the eyes and say “I love you.”
Turns out that’s all she wanted from me anyways.
I’ve only had one relationship in which we developed an emotional connection through music, and “had a song;” three songs actually.
This post is going to be LONG, likely emotional, and purely for my benefit. Dont feel like you have to read it for the sake of discussing the question above.
Flanders posts on K-pop led me to YouTube where I stumbled upon one of these songs, listening to it and then later the others has sent me spiraling through hours of recollection and self-reflection. Unfortunately, I’ve shit to do right now and can’t deal with it, so I am writing this post, as a means of letting go again. Tread softly, much of what makes up who I am today, the hopes and dreams of my past, and ultimately my heart, lies underfoot.
I’d always had an interest in and respect for good music, but was always displeased with the offerings of the mass media. In my teens I proclaimed to my friends that their music was crap, and that I, with an inability to play any instrument and no musical background, could compose something better with minimal effort. This proclamation led me to various internet forums and the search for software that would allow me to do just that. One of these forums had tutorials on software that turned out to be exactly what I was looking for, and contained a community eager to help newcomers. As I got better I started entering my compositions into the forum competitions. Shortly after one of the forum members contacted me saying that she had noticed me from my posts and the way I approached my compositions resonated with her. She told me she was a singer who primarily did more upbeat kids music, but wanted to try something new, and asked if I would like to work together. I was a bit wary, I honestly preferred instrumentals to vocals at that time, and had never heard anything from her, but being me I had to at least try it out. So, I asked her to sing for me. We tried transferring an mp3, but our connection was terrible and it was going to take hours (14.4 modems… those were the days)
She gave me her phone number and asked me to phone her. It was international, but I suppose I had expected that. Have you ever had someone sing for you? Someone who can actually sing, with emotion, and only to you? Even over an international phone call, it’s one of those things that you just can’t describe. I didn’t understand a word she sung, but I was completely enthralled, the world outside of the sounds she was making ceased to exist, and when she finished there was nothing I could say. I eventually promised to do whatever I could to help her out if she would just sing to me on occasion.
Several $600 phone bills later I purchased a 56k modem, and we really began making beautiful music together. We talked every single day for more than a year. During that period the thought of real relationships, and other girls, never crossed my mind. I learned Japanese to understand her songs, and we knew everything about each other. We were madly in love, but would likely never meet.
Yet, One day I came home after work and there she was. The most beautiful girl in the world was standing in my kitchen wearing a little blue dress, with tears running down her cheeks. I wanted to say something witty, make the first move, do something, but I was entranced by her yet again.
She had apparently conspired with my friends and my roommate for months to surprise me after she graduated from high school by moving in for three months. She had planned her vacation perfectly, she left right after writing her university entrance exam in January and would return the day before classes started. She showed up while I was at work and they moved my roommate out, set up a little recording studio in his room, cleaned and rearranged my room to suit two people, then made dinner for us. She‘d planned to be nonchalant about the whole thing. Greeting me at the door with a kiss and ushering me off to the shower while she set the table, and later singing for me in our new studio.
It never happened that way… She just stood there in tears while we stared at each other awkwardly, and then I walked up and held her. That’s all I remember from that night, holding her. I’m sure I had that shower, that we ate some sort of apple and cucumber pasta, and that we probably kissed, but my only real memory from that night is holding her for hours upon end, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
I said something silly in the morning like “you’re usually gone when I wake up,” and we made love.
Not the brazen goal oriented sex we have here, but the slow, sensual, cuddly lovemaking one has with a virginal girl whom they have been in love with for a year, but have never touched.
Someone had a thread here asking about the best sex you have ever had. This is mine.
It started with a year of foreplay, followed by an entire night of cuddling. Next came hours of soft sensual touching while we explored each other’s bodies. The intensity built as we started to kiss, tasting each other’s lips, skin, nipples… I’ll never forget looking into her eyes as she was penetrated for the first time, or noises and movements she made when I sat her in my lap and gently coaxed an orgasm out of her.
---
I went downstairs to grab us some drinks while she moved into the studio, and started plinking away at her keyboard. When I got up there she was all dressed up and had dimmed the lights she sat me down on the couch and told me she wanted me to hear her really sing. She started a karaoke orchestral version of Ayumi Hamasaki’s boys and girls playing on the keyboard and moved to the center of the room.
She closed her eyes and lifted her head to the ceiling then made a fist with her right hand, covered it with her left, and squeezed her shoulders and elbows together like she was drawing in all the energy of the room. I giggled a bit inside at how super cute she was being, but then like a light switch flipping she opened her eyes, stared right into me and started to sing. It was upbeat and filled with happiness, but it was not cute, it was monumental. I just sat there like a deer caught in the headlights, with wide open eyes, and no coherent thoughts whatsoever.
Lyrics roughly translated
We began to shine. Someone can stop us, right?
We began to flap our wings. Someone had the right to stop them, right?
It's on my lips.
It's in my dreams.
It's a story told by two.
You say you want to be happy.
You've already been so many times.
What do you want?
What's lacking?
Where will you turn?
Even if you ask,
I won't have the answer.
The moment you support me,
don't forget
the promises we exchanged
this summer.
We began to shine. If it's us we'll grasp tomorrow sometime, right?
We began to flap our wings. If it's them then they'll find a shining tomorrow, right?
I was really expecting it.
I was really doubting it.
What was it? Who was it?
They say he's a good person.
He seems like a person I don't care about.
The morning glow is dazzling.
It pierces my eyes.
My breast hurts.
I was a little confused
The only experience I could think of that would be similar enough to explain the feeling would be like having a heart attack while cumming. You see and hear nothing outside the experience, you feel something being drawn out of you and it feels so good, but your chest hurts, and it keeps hurting more and more, but it feels so good, and then it’s over, and your lying there half dead with a stupid expression on your face.
The experience was so moving that my mind has created a Pavlovian response to that particular song, It has the ability to erase whatever emotion I am currently feeling and replace it with the complete serenity I was feeling at that time.
Pure lust is as close as I can come to an explanation of what I was feeling when she stopped. Like when you need someone so badly that you just can’t keep your hands off them, there’s nothing else you can do but jump up and kiss them, pin them against the wall, rip off their clothes and fuck them silly right there.
That’s not exactly it though, it wasn’t just sexual lust, it wasn’t just her body that I lusted over... It was her as an entity. I needed her to be mine. I admired everything that she was, and couldn’t imagine someone like that could exist in the world. She was like an angel come to earth, I needed to protect her, treasure her, build monuments to her, conquer her enemies, biblical stuff… Yet, at that moment I could do none of that, there was no way to express my need. I felt like I was going to explode. All I could really do at that moment was look her in the eyes and say “I love you.”
Turns out that’s all she wanted from me anyways.
