I spent last night whiling away the time and avoiding the Sunday blues by chatting with some Twitter friends about music and the memories that music can stir up for us. It was an enjoyable chat and I landed up with my iPod screwed into my ears listening to some of my favourite tracks.
Those of you who know me will know that I LOVE music. I cannot live without it. Music makes me happy, makes me sad, makes me feel brave, helps me with anger. Music has helped me through some of my toughest challenges. When I hear those songs now, I’m taken straight back to the memories of where I was or what I was doing when I first heard that song.
Like Eddy Grant’s I Don’t Want To Dance, will always remind me of a horse riding camp when I was about 9 years old, it was the first time a boy had every asked me to dance.
I was a huge fan of “hair metal” when I was a teenager, it’s no wonder really, my then best friend’s older brother played in a band and all they played was Iron Maiden, AC/DC and the like. They introduced us to Bon Jovi and the first time I ever saw Jon Bon Jovi I experienced my first ever celebrity crush!
There is music I can no longer listen to because it reminds me of something sad. I hate Tracey Chapman because her music will always remind me of the only guy who ever really broke my heart, broke it as in ripped it out, stomped all over it, poked it a few times and then turned around and walked away without so much as a backward glance.
Sister’s Of Mercy – Temple Of Love will always remind me of the anger and hurt I felt after my heart got so totally destroyed.
The song that will always make me smile and remind me of Walter and of how we fell in love is The Mission – You Make Me Breathe.
There are plenty of songs that remind me of our years of infertility, the most obvious one is Creed’s With Arms Wide Open. Even now when I hear it I’m reminded of how it felt to tell Walter the first time I was pregnant and the crushing disappointment that followed with my first miscarriage.
Of course, what followed was years of crushing disappointments and sadness. When I was feeling especially sad and wanting to have a good “woe is me” cry, Blue October’s Hate Me can still bring me to self induced tears.
Another of my favourite emo songs is Sick Puppies – All The Same. When I’m sad or angry this song always hits the spot for me.
I love almost all music, hate rap & R&B, but pretty much anything else goes, from Metallica to P!nk. My iPod is crammed full of some of my all time favourite songs and memory music. Whether I be smiling along to a Van Halen number or feeling a little sad while listening to a Staind track. Music moves me, I can’t live without.
What music/songs bring back strong memories for you?