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I don't think I'll ever be able to explain the effect the soundtracks to the LotR movies have on me.
I was saying to Aspen the other day - you know how, as a fan, there are certain things you can't hear without experiencing a physical sensation? A deep-seated wriggle of sheer, inexpressible, flappy-handed glee, a swelling and tightness in your chest like your heart is trying to crawl out your throat with how much you love something, the crystal clear sense-memory of waiting outside the cinema with your tickets in hand and feeling so excited that you think you might throw up? The tiptoeing promise of 'Hedwig's Theme', the follow me fiddles that preclude the main theme for PotC, the big gay violins from the big gay boat movie that give you a big stupid grin. Howard Shore's music is like that, for me.
They make me cry - all I have to do is sit back and really listen, and the tears come, like clockwork - but not solely from the sheer gutpunch-beauty of the music, and not solely from association with the films in and of themselves, though both of these are part of it, and both these, too, in and of themselves elicit visceral reactions from me, leave me short of breath and exhilerated and... uplifted.
It's because - and I don't even consider myself A LotR Fan, as these things go. It's because I can still feel the bite of winter air and the taste of it on the roof of my mouth and in the back of my sinuses, and still remember knowing that all over the world, hundreds of thousands of people were just as ready to pee themselves with anticipation as I was. It's being that excited about something, and saying FUCK CLASS and going to the opening and knowing your English teacher not only wasn't judging you, but was wishing he was there. Remembering that for these films, everyone was a geek - and that it still doesn't take away the special geeky importance of these films to you, personally.
It's - oh my god, it's everything you read about, right there for you, on the screen. Real. It's... breathing in and not being able to breathe out the first time you saw the sun rise and the Rohirrim coming over the crest of that hill. It's hearing the strains of 'Minas Tirith', and knowing that the sight of Gandalf and Pippin flying across the plains on Shadowfax, towards those gleaming white spires, like nothing you'd ever seen, will last - or seems like it could last - forever.
It's hearing 'Into The West' and knowing that millions of people, who weren't even LotR Fans, just like you weren't, sobbed their eyes out in the theatre, just like you did - and probably can't listen to the damn track without getting snuffly, just like you do.
But it's not even that.
It's... it's fuckin' Lord of the Rings, man.
That was a fuckin' era.
And I still don't think I'll ever explain it properly.
Friendslist - what does this to you?
I was saying to Aspen the other day - you know how, as a fan, there are certain things you can't hear without experiencing a physical sensation? A deep-seated wriggle of sheer, inexpressible, flappy-handed glee, a swelling and tightness in your chest like your heart is trying to crawl out your throat with how much you love something, the crystal clear sense-memory of waiting outside the cinema with your tickets in hand and feeling so excited that you think you might throw up? The tiptoeing promise of 'Hedwig's Theme', the follow me fiddles that preclude the main theme for PotC, the big gay violins from the big gay boat movie that give you a big stupid grin. Howard Shore's music is like that, for me.
They make me cry - all I have to do is sit back and really listen, and the tears come, like clockwork - but not solely from the sheer gutpunch-beauty of the music, and not solely from association with the films in and of themselves, though both of these are part of it, and both these, too, in and of themselves elicit visceral reactions from me, leave me short of breath and exhilerated and... uplifted.
It's because - and I don't even consider myself A LotR Fan, as these things go. It's because I can still feel the bite of winter air and the taste of it on the roof of my mouth and in the back of my sinuses, and still remember knowing that all over the world, hundreds of thousands of people were just as ready to pee themselves with anticipation as I was. It's being that excited about something, and saying FUCK CLASS and going to the opening and knowing your English teacher not only wasn't judging you, but was wishing he was there. Remembering that for these films, everyone was a geek - and that it still doesn't take away the special geeky importance of these films to you, personally.
It's - oh my god, it's everything you read about, right there for you, on the screen. Real. It's... breathing in and not being able to breathe out the first time you saw the sun rise and the Rohirrim coming over the crest of that hill. It's hearing the strains of 'Minas Tirith', and knowing that the sight of Gandalf and Pippin flying across the plains on Shadowfax, towards those gleaming white spires, like nothing you'd ever seen, will last - or seems like it could last - forever.
It's hearing 'Into The West' and knowing that millions of people, who weren't even LotR Fans, just like you weren't, sobbed their eyes out in the theatre, just like you did - and probably can't listen to the damn track without getting snuffly, just like you do.
But it's not even that.
It's... it's fuckin' Lord of the Rings, man.
That was a fuckin' era.
And I still don't think I'll ever explain it properly.
Friendslist - what does this to you?
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ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY WRITTEN TO 'UP IS DOWN'. I love it. It's repetitive and simple and lively and I LOVE IT, possibly because that was my favourite scene in the entire film.
Also, my sister is using that track (and a bit of the slower stuff from 'One Day') for her next technical figure skating routine, which I am quite excited about. My family has a special and immediate ear for film soundtracks and their potential to be skated to. She had a routine a couple of years ago with music from CotBP and my mother made her a gorgeous costume that was kind of like Elizabeth's dress: dark red velvety stuff over white lace.