That Feeling…

From the Vaults: August 2015

I'm at a bar wrapping up my evening, making notes in my journal trying to think of what to write about and reading Kerouac's Dharma Bums; when I saw a highlight of some baseball player hitting a home run and winning the game and getting dunked with the water and all the fans cheering their loudest and all his teammates coming to slap his back and hug him and I thought.... What a feeling. WHAT A FEELING

I mean, that's the feeling we live for right. To have people appreciate us, and make us feel important. It doesn't have to be a game winning home run, maybe your boss congradulates you for that decision you made that saved the company money, time, or energy. Maybe it's your grad professor announcing to the class your observation and how it was one that they themselves had not noticed. Maybe it's when you come back to the tonic and finish that beautiful sonata. Or blow the trumpet high into the upper ranges and every soul in the place feels your heart reaching for the stars. Maybe it's just someone answering your text, tweet or phone call. 

When someone makes you feel important you get a rush through your body, you know, that subtle little tingle... (Most likely a release of dopamine).

As humans living in this crazy, chaotic, fast paced 21st century, when someone makes you feel important it becomes a reminder that someone is paying attention, in the midst of their own chaotic, busy life, they paid attention... To you- and let you know it.

As far as performers; they work so hard for that moment, that moment when they hit the home run, catch the touch down with the toes in, hit the soprano note, complete the set; they give their minds, bodies and souls for us, and so when we respond with that cheer, that energy; that rippling effect through the nervous system that sticks the hairs up, is what we live for. 

Ya know...

Ian Vincenzo Crispi