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AlyEuphoriaEvents:That’s ...probably impossible.I don’t commit that easily.
MustLoveMusic:Try it.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:Fine.Train.
MustLoveMusic:Really?Train?I think this conversation should be over.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:What is wrong with Train?
MustLoveMusic:What is right with them?
AlyEuphoriaEvents:Have you ever listened to Drops of Jupiter?I bawl like a baby every single time.
MustLoveMusic:So you get frisson from it.Boohoo.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:It’s a lot more than ...wait, what is frisson?
MustLoveMusic:It’s that chill that crawls up your neck when a song hits you right in the gut.When the note, the lyric, the something hits so hard your body reacts before your brain does.That’s frisson.It’s why people fall in love with music—or with the person making it.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:You can call it whatever you want, but that song is magical.
Magical.
MustLoveMusic:Magical?Fuck.You need better taste in music.How can you say it’s magical?Please do explain.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:It’s simple.It’s just someone talking about loss in the most human way.Missing someone so much that even ordinary things—the stars, the air, the morning coffee—feel different.
You listen to it, and suddenly it’s not about them anymore.It’s about you.The person you were when you still believed love could fix things.It’s about standing in the wreckage and realizing the world kept moving without you.
That’s why it’s magical.Because for three minutes, it reminds you that love can bruise and still be beautiful.It’s hopeful and completely wrecked all at once.That maybe we survive it not by forgetting, but by remembering that once, someone changed the way you heard a song.
MustLoveMusic:You sound like you’ve rehearsed that.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:I haven’t.Some of us just listen when a song means something.
MustLoveMusic:Maybe I should write one that makes you feel that way.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:Can you even write?Is it called writing or composing?
MustLoveMusic:Wow.“Can you even write?”You wound me.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:I’m just asking.You barely knew eighties music last week and now you’re offering me a magical song.
MustLoveMusic:Excuse you.I’ve written actual songs.With structure.And metaphors.Some even rhymed on purpose.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:Uh-huh.Anything recorded?Or are we talking cassette tapes buried in a shoebox labeled Do Not Judge Me?
MustLoveMusic:Wow.Harsh.I’ll have you know those shoebox demos were emotionally raw masterpieces.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:Screaming into your mom’s throw pillows doesn’t count as a chorus.
MustLoveMusic:It was my grandmother’s, but I don’t like how vividly you painted that.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:Because the truth is hard to swallow.
MustLoveMusic:For the record, I can write a magical song.It’s just a matter of wanting to do it.
AlyEuphoriaEvents:You say that like you’re one romantic breakdown away from writing a Top 40 hit.
