Country sensation Miranda Lambert has been taking the world by storm, becoming the first country artist in the 47-year history of the album charts to have her first four albums debut at No. 1. Her first single off her new album, Four the Record, is entitled “Baggage Claim,” which she performed at the 45th Annual Country Music Association Awards recently, just moments prior to taking home “Female Vocalist of the Year” for the second year in a row.
This no-nonsense, “kiss-off song” about a woman liberating herself from the emotional burdens of a no-good, soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, is a light-hearted approach to a situation that is often most vocalized by men:
At the baggage claim
you got a lot of luggage in your name
When you hit the ground check the lost and found
cuz it aint my problem now I can’t carry it all
I got a lot of troubles on my own
Its all over the yard and in the trunk of the car
I’m packing it in, so come and get it
Regardless of our gender, yeah, we’ve all been there once or twice. Just admit it.
While I’m still in preparation to launch That Damn Music Blog, I thought I’d share this wonderfully amusing and cathartic site I found recently called EmotionalBagCheck.com. (Think of this post as a preview to the kind of content you’ll find at TDMB.)
Emotional Bag Check is a brilliant site powered by the API of Grooveshark (but created independently) that basically allows you to check your emotional baggage online and tell an anonymous collective your problems. When other people read it, they can send you a song that they feel appropriate. If you’ve got no baggage to share, you can pick someone else’s up and send them a song to (hopefully) make them feel better.

I personally love this concept, so I decided to try it. Hesitant, I decided to pick someone else’s baggage up first, and this is what I got:

Well, OK, so I’m probably not the most original person here but the first song that popped into my head was “Comfortably Numb,” only not the original by Pink Floyd, but by Dar Williams with Ani DiFranco on backing vocals. So that’s what I sent the anonymous, non-feeling person, with a note:

If I could sum up “why I love music” in a nutshell, it would be one word: therapy. Simple as that. In fact, not only is music therapy an established profession these days, but back in the days of Beethoven, doctors used to prescribe music to people to lift their moods. (I read that somewhere the other day and wish I could remember where in order to cite it. I can’t, but if you can find the link for me, let me know in the comments, thanks.) However, you don’t need to be a genius to know that music is medicine for the soul. You just need to be human. Which, if you’re reading this, I’m sure you are.
Anyway, so I decided it was only fair I dump some of my own baggage at EmotionalBagCheck.com after lifting someone else’s. After I “dropped off my baggage” (so to speak), I was greeted with a message that linked me, the user, to appropriate sources if I felt I was in danger or in need of help right away:

(Note that this site is not the product of any kind of corporate funding to do PSAs or whatever, but rather a single person with a conscience. Frankly, it makes me feel good to know there are still a few of us out there.)
I’m not going to get into the details of the baggage I dropped off, but literally within minutes, before I even finished this blog post, I got a response from someone with some heartfelt advice and a song I had never heard, from a band I normally wouldn’t listen to, let alone would have suspected would write something congruent to my situation. And you know what? It helped.
I’ve come to the conclusion that a service like EmotionalBagCheck.com is way overdue. The closest thing we’ve had until this was radio dedications a lâ Delilah, and while I love Delilah, she’s not quite as instantaneous nor as interactive as the interwebs. I thank Robyn Overstreet for making this giant, anonymous, ethereal support group on the web happen, and I encourage y’all to give it a try, and let me know here in the comments how it works out.
In the meantime, I think I need to make myself more familiar with the catalogue of Linkin Park.
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