this is part two of a six part series of things you may not know about me.
2) i cry pretty easily, but not so much about sad things. i cry at the sights and (mostly) sounds of beautiful or very moving things. i think i may have begun to cry more than my wife! This wasn’t always so. i would never describe myself as “dead inside,” or anything, but growing up, boys just didn’t cry so much.
the first time i remember crying out of joy (or maybe it was out of the pain that comes from the tension of living in a fallen world where the lovely seems to be seamless with the profane?) was when i listened to the Beach Boys “Pet Sounds” all the way through, in my bedroom floor, in the dark. i was probably 14 and felt very self-conscious after that. It was such beautiful music, but i was pained because i knew i would never create anything so beautiful, so moving, for so many people.
Music continues to be the primary thing that sets my eyes to flowing. It seems like with every record i buy i have this experience at least once, where the beauty or profundity of the music or lyrics is so great i have quite a reaction. Everything from Tumbleweed Connection, to OK Computer, to Sumday and Summerteeth, Dvorak’s Brave New World and Debussy’s Claire de Lune Suite, if you see me enjoying these…well, you’ll see what i mean.
Now, just a peek at my sleeping daughter in the middle of the night is enough to bring big tears to my eyes.
give-out
i sing of Olaf glad and big 