A Chilling Confession

My take on the Frozen “conspiracy”-I don’t care. Perhaps I’m a little late to the party on this one, but as I was voting yesterday on my favorite version of the song Let it Go (here are my favorites by the way: Alex Boye & the One Voice Children’s Choir, The Gardiner Sisters, The Piano Guys) I came across quite a few tirades on whether the song has some conspiratorial meaning or not, and really, I don’t care.

I don’t care if people want to be myopic in their view of something. That’s their right. One of the beauties of Art is that it’s truly in the eye of the beholder; it’s open to interpretation. We’re all taught that starting in High School. What becomes selfish is trying to say that your interpretation is the only interpretation possible, and then trying to force that one narrow-minded myopia on everyone else as if that’s the only opinion that matters. Where it becomes horror is when our intolerance for another’s view becomes persecution.

All this is not to say that there isn’t intent in Art– there is, but with each interaction, it takes on life of its own and becomes part of our larger culture–part of the melting pot.

If you doubt me, look at the evidence. Who does Let it Go speak to? That will show you more than anything else it’s (valid) interpretations. The song seems to speak to anyone who feels they have to hide who they are–forced into someone else’s conventions they don’t understand or that they choose for someone else’s good, but when they get a chance to be who they are or are becoming for a little while, they shine!!!

Let it Go speaks to the artist whose work isn’t yet as appreciated as he or she wants it to be. It speaks to someone who feels they must sacrifice to meet the needs of others. It speaks to the repressed or the downtrodden. It speaks to those who excel, but hold back a little to not seem too much. It speaks to the misunderstood, the bullied, the secure, the insecure, the shy, the loud, the clown, the sad, the hesitant, the maligned–it speaks to so much of the human condition. That’s why there are so many versions of it popping up all over. I even saw one version of a girl who’d hidden her talents, performed it for a small group, then bravely posted it on social media and even tagged her (amazing) choir director so he could see. It was the perfect song for the occasion.

So, I really don’t care what part of the human voice the writers intended to articulate. I don’t care which groups or individuals feel as if the song is uniquely theirs. That these words in this song resonate with so many shows that we share much more in common than our superficial differences seem to indicate. We would all be better to remember this–we desperately need to seek understanding of each other through the desires we each share, those that make us more beautifully human. That’s what I care about.

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