I’m an indie/alt-rock junkie. Whether I’m relaxing at home, slaving away at work, or living somewhere in-between the two, it’s a pretty safe bet that something along the lines of Kings of Leon, Jack White, The Black Keys, The Weeks, Cage the Elephant, or Vampire Weekend is humming along in the background: the soundtrack to my life.
I’ve always had a strong appreciation of music. From my first soundtrack (Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipmunks in Low Places), my pre/early teens (Spice Girls, Britney Spears, ‘N Sync), high school (T.I., Destiny’s Child, Usher, Eminem), college (Kings of Leon, Mat Kearny, Florence + the Machine, Andrew Belle, The Civil Wars), to my current musical loves (see above), I’ve always lived my life with music.
As I’ve gotten older, my love for music has only grown. Nothing excites me more than finding a new band, except maybe seeing said new band live! Call me a hipster (without the cool clothes and statement glasses, of course), but I love feeling like I “found” a new band before they have blown up. However, the anti-hipster in me loves that they’ve found their audience and loves the (almost) guarantee of continued new music coming my way (side-eye now being directed at The Civil Wars…they know what they’ve done).
After laying out all of the above, I want to give you a friendly reminder that I very naturally gravitate toward indie/alt-rock these days. That’s why I don’t say what I’m about to say lightly. My favorite new music of the year was a classical composition, Carmina Catulli, composed by Michael Linton, and performed by Edwin Crossley-Mercer and Jason Paul Peterson.
As I sat in the Lintons’ home, waiting for the concert to begin, I felt more than a little out of place. Other than wanting to support a good friend, my presence at such an event was all but laughable. Classical music? For Caitlin?
But let me tell you, as the music began, I quickly realized I was in the exact right place. I had chills. The good kind. The music was powerful, and the performers were spectacular. I was instantly moved.
Over the next few weeks, I would randomly begin humming small pieces of Carmina Catulli, wishing that I could hear it all again. Last week, Karen Linton sent me a link to a few of the videos from the concert. I automatically found the lyrics online and began singing along loudly (this almost got awkward at work).
As my musical tastes change and evolve, I hope I’m lucky enough to continue having those moments where my breath is taken away. I hope that every now and again something will touch me so profoundly that I once again get chills. Just like I can’t wait to see where my musical journey next leads me, I can’t wait to see what’s next for the awe-inspiring, gasp-inducing Carmina Catulli.
I wish you all happy listening!
And here is Ms. Cassidy’s favorite song from “Carmina Catulli” Vivamus mea Lesbia.