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I Saw You Crying: On Being Human

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Saturday, 7 Dec 2024, 19:52



“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.”

Victor Hugo:


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I saw you at the Andre Rieu concert in Tel Aviv crying. I saw you at Runrig’s 2018 concert crying when the Islay Glasgow Gaelic Choir sung Cearcal a’ Chuin with Donnie Monroe. I saw you at the Andre Rieu concert crying to Highland Cathedral and I saw you crying your eyes out  to Plasear d amour. And guess what? I did likewise.

Have you ever found yourself sitting at a concert, eyes welling up with tears, or noticed someone else sobbing quietly during a song? Maybe their tears set you off too, and suddenly you’re sharing an emotional moment with complete strangers, even from our tv screens It’s a curious thing, isn’t it? Why does music—something so intangible—hold the power to move us to tears? Let’s explore this together.

There’s something about music that bypasses logic. It doesn’t need to explain itself—it simply touches the deepest parts of us. At a concert, when your favourite song plays, it’s not just sound; it’s an experience. A melody can unlock memories, a lyric can speak your truth, and the energy of a live performance can amplify emotions you didn’t know you had bottled up.

Think about the last time you heard a song that took you back to a specific moment in your life. Maybe it reminded you of a lost loved one, a first love, or even a time when you overcame something difficult. That’s the power of music—it connects us to our stories.

Concerts aren’t just about music; they’re about being part of something bigger. Look around at the crowd. Thousands of people, all from different walks of life, are singing along to the same lyrics. For a few hours, you’re not alone in your feelings.

This shared experience is what makes concerts so unique. The collective energy, the cheering, the swaying—it's like everyone is holding hands, even if they’re strangers. When we cry at concerts, it’s often because we feel seen and understood in that moment of connection.

Have you ever noticed how contagious emotions can be? Someone in the row ahead wipes away a tear, and suddenly, you’re choking up too. There’s a reason for this: our brains are wired to empathize. Scientists call it mirror neurons—the little brain cells that let us feel what others feel.

When we see someone else overcome with emotion, it reminds us of our own vulnerabilities. Their tears might not even be about the same thing, but it doesn’t matter. In that moment, their raw, unfiltered humanity speaks to yours.

Sometimes, crying at a concert isn’t about the song or the crowd—it’s about you. Life gets heavy. We carry stress, grief, or even joy that we haven’t fully processed. Music has this way of unlocking those emotions.

Concerts create a safe space for that release. No one’s judging you for tearing up during a ballad or clapping through the tears during an encore. It’s cathartic, like a weight lifted off your chest.

There’s also the awe factor. Have you ever watched a truly breath-taking performance and thought, how is this even possible? Whether it’s the talent of the artist, the beauty of the music, or the overwhelming realization that you are part of something extraordinary, awe has a way of spilling out as tears.

Ultimately, crying at concerts is a testament to how deeply human we are. We’re emotional creatures, moved by beauty, connection, and shared experiences. Tears remind us that beneath all the roles we play—parent, worker, friend—we’re just people trying to make sense of life and feel something real.

So, the next time you find yourself crying at a concert—or crying because someone else is—embrace it. It’s not just about the music; it’s about being alive, fully and completely, in that moment.


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DNA Downer; 1.2% Scandinavian. Så typiskt!

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Friday, 6 Dec 2024, 20:57



I got my DNA heritage results today, and I have to tell you, I’m on a downer. You see, all my life I have suffered from what the Germans in the Fatherland call Fernweh: that feeling that you belong somewhere, but you are not sure where. But to explain all this, I need to take you back to something that happened at high school one day that changed my life.



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DNA Downer; 1.2% Scandinavian. Så typiskt!


It was 1971. I wasn’t in the mood for two periods of music.

You glanced around the class. I could see you summing up this new bunch of first years. This wasn’t the career choice you envisioned. Teaching sacred classical music to Clydeside kids who were only interested in the Beatles and Rolling Stones is not why you spent those years at university. You could have been the 70s Andre Rieu with your own glamourous orchestra that toured the world.

But here you were with your flannels with turnups and a Harris Tweed jacket thinking you better make the best of it. I’m sorry, I don’t recall your name.

You went over to the record player and removed a ’78 from its sheath.

            “Let’s go on a journey, boys,’ you said.

            “Journey?” I wondered.

“Allegretto pastoral is what this music symbolises. Absorb the sound of the countryside; the sound of the flutes as they liaise and resonate with clarinets in fluid harmony saluting the rising sun. Listen as the flute and the oboe sing like two morning birds; the bassoon as it brings morning to a close and a new day begins.

You stood there whilst Morning was playing and observed each one of us being caught in the moment. It was spiritual. Apart from the gentle music rising in a lazy crescendo, it was the first time I heard such silence in a classroom. After school that day, I scampered to the library to find books on, Norway, trolls, Peer Gynt, The Hall of the Mountain King, and Edvard Greig. You made me believe I was born in the wrong place.

 

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So here I am with my DNA results trying to absorb the shock of being 1.2% Scandinavian. Så typiskt!

Still, it’s nice to see I have relatives in Norway, Sweden, Germany, Canada, USA, UK, Ireland and who knows where else? I'm still trying to absorb it all and answering emails form those who are beginning to contact me. Interesting.

 


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