I'll put my little black dress on.

My roommate's boyfriend has an old English word-of-the-day dictionary and he told me last night that I am a melomaniac.

Melomania is defined as an inordinate liking for music or melody : excessive or abnormal attraction to music.

I took this as a very big compliment.

I often think of life in terms of a music video. I will pick a song to start playing on my ipod right as I walk out of the subway so that I can walk down the streets of New York with a big ass smile on my face and I can feel like the world is my oyster. And sometimes it happens organically. 

There are moments when I am packed in a subway car...and didn't get a seat. So I am standing for a long time and my arms are sore and I am zoned out, because I can't really read or do sudoku standing up. Then a song like What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction (JUDGE AWAY!) and I cannot help but get a big dopey grin on my face. And I imagine myself in a music video where I get the entire train of the car to sing along with it and it is a beautiful thing. 

For those of you keeping score at home, this week was a rough one. And today I was not entirely successful at combating it. I did make a strawberry cream cheese bread for a dinner party tomorrow night and made a turkey burger with mac n' cheese and fries for dinner. 

But today I wanted my post to be filled with some hope and joy. For me. 

Sara Bareilles' most recent cd, The Blessed Unrest, has been a source of much joy for me in the past six months. One song in particular and it has been in my head a lot lately. 

I see this as a music video so clearly. 

The first two chords sound wistful and sad in a way, but they don't last long. And this song is whimsical in away. The groove of it is very Pretty Woman to me. I imagine the may character of the music video looking into her mirror. She is sad. She may have just kicked her boyfriend out or may have been humiliated in some way. I could even see a college girl in her communal bathroom with mascara running down her face. But she makes the decision, just as I have, that this is not going to be a sad story. So she takes a shower, she does her hair, she uses her eyelash curler and she puts on that one outfit that makes her feel like the sexiest person in the world. And maybe she doesn't even put this dress on to go out for the night. Maybe she just dances like a fool in her dorm room. Because that is what I would do. And this song totally gives me the image of a camera zooming out of the building so you see her in her window just going to town. And then maybe you see women (and a few men) who have all done the same thing and they are all in their own windows dancing in their metaphorical black dress. 

This is a silly post. But I want this to be a place of creativity as well as a place to vomit my emotions. 

And if anyone wants to get in touch with Sara's people about my idea, please feel free.