I really like music. If I’m having a crap day it can improve my mood, it can de-stress me when I’m worked-up about something, it can enthuse and invigorate but can just as easily relax and calm.
I also tend to associate songs/albums/artists with particular events. Here are some examples…
In highschool I was dating a girl and didn’t honour the relationship as I should have causing her to break-up with me (all my own fault and there was no excuse for my actions)… that night I was heading to a ‘Presidents of the United States of America’ concert with some friends and discovered that I had left my wallet (with the tickets) at my ex-girlfriends place. It was a very awkward situation retrieving the wallet and tickets and now if I ever hear any music by POTUSA it reminds me of that incident.
Anything by East 17 triggers Mel’s unhealthy fetish with that band and any time I hear ‘2 Unlimited’ it takes me back to one of her other fetishes – Rock Eisteddfod.
Another example is when I used to work with Kristy on night shifts and weekends at an ISP. It was usually pretty quiet so when there were no calls we’d turn-up the music and sing loudly (and quite poorly) to songs like – Starlight by Superman Lovers, The Music Sounds Better With You by Stardust, Spillers Groovejet (if this ain’t love), Basement Jaxx’ Where’s Your Head At… etc. etc. Although none of these songs are particularly romantic, nor would I consider them to be ‘our songs’ but if any of them come on the radio, I always think of Kristy.
Last example – when Con and I travelled around Switzerland and Italy a few years ago, the soundtrack for the trip was Faithless’ Outrospective/Reperspective with a little bit of Groove Armada’s Goodbye Country (Hello Nightclub) on the side. Now whenever I listen to those albums it takes me back to things like – getting lost in Singapore or being taken for a dodgy ride by a bloody took-took driver… seeing snow for the first time (and snowboarding worse than a bunch of 5 year olds)… drinking grappa… missing the last bus back to Locarno and having to walk a frickin’ long way in the rain… climbing what could be best described as a mountain to check-out what we thought was an abandoned castle only to discover we were trespassing on what was probably a very wealthy estate.
ahh all good times.
Anyways, I didn’t start this post with the intention of reminiscing… but that’s what happened… so I’ll write another post later when I have some more time on the topic I was originally going to write about.
Feel free to share some of your musical memories in the comments below…