Best of 2009: Day #10 – How JT Brought My Sexy Back

I find myself in a bit of a sitch, as I purposely refrained from blogging about my best challenge of this year.  It was quite the maelstrom of suck, as long term relationships that come to a sudden and rocky conclusion can be, and I felt it inappropriate to really wax nostalgic upon it in the open ‘verse that is the internet.

HOWEVER…  As I reflect upon my personal best album of ’09, not a new discovery mind you, but the one that helped me pull up the proverbial boot straps and carry me through, I realize I can’t really talk about this without at some points referring to “that” as they were so heavily entwined at times.  I may indulge in vaguenss from time to time, so please forgive and bear with.

I love to dance.  I love to move… shimmy… shake.

I don’t do any of these things well.

But with the proper groove, I just can’t help myself.  J-Tim and Tim-bo are my official proprietors of said groove.

Early this year, in my lowest of lows, this album picked me up from the title opening (and wicked hot!) track “FutureSex/LoveSound” right through to the end.  It’s damn near impossible to not feel alive, to want to howl at the moon, and/or moonwalk all over one’s home.  Perhaps this is not the case for all, but it certainly is for me as I did all of these things several times over.

There was one moment in particular with this album that really caught me off guard.  It was the week after both moving into my spacious new rental, and returning home from a business trip to find out that my very significant other of the previous 4 years was leaving me to be on her own to figure things out… and then finding out she almost immediately re-coupled with a co-worker.  I was in the new pad washing dishes, and dancing around to JT, as I’m wont to do, and then “What Goes Around… Comes Around” (a song I’d heard countless times before) played, and I suddenly realized I was crying.

Crying over a dance-pop track.

It was one of those moments where one never thinks they’ll find themselves.  I will state that whatever feelings of momentary embarrassment that were coursing through me were quickly replaced by an even more awkward empowerment… the sort where if I were in possession of a purse I’d tell someone near by to hold it, and where I wearing fancy pumps, I’d imagine they’d be removed and in my right hand as I held them over my head.

… I’m not so certain that such feelings are a good thing, or even smart to share in an open forum… BUT THE POINT IS… I felt great.  I felt alive, and that was what was most important to my new course of movin’ up and movin’ on.

“If you ain’t got socks, you ain’t got much… but if you’ve got ‘em you may as well pull ‘em up.”  - Bruce Campbell?

Through my journey of recovery and rebirth, these tunes kept me going… and when I found myself again the sounds were celebration.  And when I found myself dumbstruck at having discovered love again, but of the variety that I’d long ago discounted as being just a foolish dream of mine, to have a partner so connected and amazing through and through… this album was herald.

But as @levarburton often noted, ”don’t take my word for it.”  

Please, take a listen for yourself.  :)