Considering I've been a Chicago fan since I was about 11 years old I'm all too familiar with Colour My World. But last night as I watched that video clip I was struck clear to the core with a sense of nostalgic melancholy. The song has never had that effect on me before.
I felt like I was hearing the song for the first time all over again... And maybe I was, for the first time in a long time I didn't just HEAR the song, I FELT it. It's almost as if we Americans have been so spoon-fed dime-a-dozen cookie cutter crap that's pleasing to listen to but beyond that lacks substance that we've forgotten how to not just hear but also FEEL music. It's hard to feel music, when there's nothing to feel-- when it's completely manufactured vapid crap. Sure, a lot of American rock and roll SOUNDS good, but where's the feeling? Maybe it's just me, but I don't just want to HEAR music, I want to FEEL it.
Maybe that's why Chicago is my musical compass. Their music always helps me find my way "home" emotionally, no matter what else is going on in my life.
I guess that lately I've felt more emotionally adrift in my life than I realized and hearing Colour My World last night just brought me "home."