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Boo hoo *sniff* sob
Since becoming a dad I've btw prone to tears like never before. So I have trouble making it through Puff the Magic Dragon without a sniffle and was close to full on blubbing four times when we watched Up the other day. Mostly tiredness I reckon, but if it stopped there it would be all normal(ish). There's two other things that make the tears flow far less explicably though.
White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane. It's on the radio more than you'd think, especially if you listen to the Arrow. I'm always choking back the tears by the time it's onto "feed your head"
Charlie's Angels. The film. Specifically the scene where Drew Barrymore beats up a load of baddies to the sound of Smack My Bitch Up. I'm in tears by the time of "...and that's kicking your ass".
Anyone else? What is to be done?
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White Rabbit
Never fails. Never.
White Rabbit
I love that song but have never had an emotional response to it. Am I missing something?
It's the bit...
right after "Remember...." just before the end.
It's a chord called "Onions sharp major", I think.
I'm a big baby
and just about anything can make me cry, but I've never been more embarrassed than the time at work when the radio started playing the most awful song ever written - Tie A Yellow Ribbon - in a version by Frank Sinatra and tears started rolling down my cheeks when he got to the last verse...I blame the whole incident on Frankies irresistible voice!
Same here
I've become a bit of a sobber since becoming a father too. Quite unpredictably so, but the song and video of Lupe Fiasco's 'Hip-hop saved my life' gets me every time. I like the song, admire the sentiment, but am not the sort who would previously have been brought to the blub by it.
Pull yourself together!
Similar comments from big girls' blouses like yerself can be found in this recent thread:
http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/content/push-button-pleasures-being-well-m...
I've always been an utter...
...weeping, pony-loving, little-girl-with-a-grazed-knee sobsack. It's deeply embarrassing. Having kids has made the problem infinitely worse.
I was on the tube once, back in about 2002, reading "The Corrections" by Jonathan Franzen, which for my money is the best novel of the 21st century thus far, and I got to the end. Whereupon I had to bite down on my thumb-knuckle to keep the sobs from wracking my entire and not inconsiderable frame. Tube terminates at Ealing Broadway, and I'm still sitting there while it empties, eyes screwed shut, face leaking like a fucked water-main.
FML. Eff. Em. Ell.
You know it's bad
when you can't get through The Eagles' "New Kid in Town" without a blub.
Sunshine on Leith by The Proclaimers
... and I'm not even from Edinburgh. Mrs Ganglesprocket found my teariness during that song hysterically funny. Honestly, the woman has no heart...
You will have to
avoid any Simon Cowell production. A sob story with "You Raise Me Up", "Chasing Cars" or "Rule The World" still renders me a mess. My kids look at me with such disdain but there really is nothing I can do.
I cry at EVERYTHING
this includes adverts (the new John Lewis one is a guaranteed weepie), the theme tunes to programmes (CBeebies' "Everything's Rosie" has a chord change sequence that always sets me off, even though I hate the programme) and anything that makes me happy (my daughter told me she loved me today and I had to bite back the tears).
who wants a good sob?
Here you go.
It's from Pixar's Up. I can't even think about it without tearing up.
Seriously Hannah,
are you trying to drown me in my own tears ?
Thank god I never saw this movie at the cinema...
SWIM LOCUST, SWIM!
*lobs rubber ring*
Serious question:
Does everyone cry at this because it's sad, or because it's happy?
Which button does it press for you?
Both
Personally, I cry at more things that make me happy, than things that make me sad.
But the Up clip delivers the killer blow as it's both (actually, if pushed I'd say it's more happy than sad): it makes me go into full-on-unattractive-snotty-honk mode.
I've only seen that clip. I'd love to see the film - I adore Pixar - but worry that I might actually dissolve if I try and watch it.
Snotty honkfest
It's either very clever, the way it pulls you in both directions, or very manipulative.
It's a combination of happy and sad - sappy, perhaps.
It certainly is marvellous...
...but I keep expecting them to pop into bloody Lloyds Bank for a loan or something.
When it comes to Golden Slumbers/Carry that Weight on the Abbey Road medley, I have to (and this is an Esther Rantzen tip from her Childwatch days to prevent blubbing) dig my nails into the palms of my hands. Useless of course if those hands are wrapped around a steering wheel at the time...
Definitely
I'd recommend watching it as you'll laugh quite a lot (the fdogs are great), but get the hankies ready for the bit with the photo album near the end (no more for danger of spoilers) - that was like a punch in the stomach.
Watched it with my three year old
asking "why?" all the time which is very hard to explain when you're choking back the tears.
Its the sad for me...
It reminds me of a piece of writing by Irvin Yalom (existential psychotherapist) who expresses the fear of confronting his own death.
“I often ask patients the question ‘what is it in particular that most frightens you about death?’ I’ll pose that question to myself. The first thing that comes to me is the anguish of leaving my wife, my soul mate since we were both 15. An image enters my mind; I see her getting into her car and driving off alone. Let me explain. Every week I drive to see patients in San Francisco on Thursdays, and she takes the train Fridays to join me for the weekend. We then drive back together to Palo Alto, where I drop her off to retrieve her car at the train station parking lot. I always wait, watching through my rear view mirror to make certain she gets her car started, and only then do I drive away.
The image of her getting into the car alone after my death, without my watching, without my protecting her, floods me with inexpressible pain.”
I'm there
Happened this afternoon, on M25, in traffic jam,Twang jr asleep in back, then this came on
Same album, different reason
same result.
Waterworks from 4 minutes 30
Indeed this is the ONLY thing
that moves me even close to tears. Though on first hearing Lemon Jelly's Ramblin' Man I nearly lost it on a train because it was so utterly, soaringly beautiful.
Otherwise, I never cry at anything. I'm sure it's all bottled up and will one day manifest itself in a major nervous breakdown.
Becoming a parent, yep
Had that effect on me too, although it was sort of there before that. Songs can do it for me. Like this one. I'm at work and listened to the first half a minute before realising that I probably wouldn't get through the whole song without blubbing. It's Lucinda Williams with Side Of The Road
I weep unashamedly.
I have been known to let loose with big fat Man tears when stood in front of certain paintings,whilst reading,watching films,in concerts or when engaged in conversation.If I feel moved I just can't help It.The GLW tells me It proves I have a soul.I just put it down to an Artistic temperament.
My husband just laughs at me
Speaking of spouses - this is quite amusing:
http://cryingwife.com/_/home.html
Basically, husband records wife crying at films (including Star Wars and Back to the Future) (all done with her full permission)
Much biting of lip
whilst listening to the Last Post played at the Menin Gate at Ypres, particularly after a day visiting Tyne Cot, Langemark etc musing on the futility of it all......