A blog about anything and everything that inspires me.
Monday, 20 April 2015
Music and Memories
a song by Kenny Chesney called, I Go Back.
Essentially, it's about how memories are tied to certain things –
sights, smells, tastes, or in the case of this song, music. The song
came on the radio the other day and, as I'm prone to do, I got to
is a powerful thing. It's a magical thing. There are songs that make
us smile, songs that make us cry, and songs that make us laugh
makes us feel. As an
artist (writer, musician), music affects me differently than it might
most people. Music is a form of expression for me. It is also a means
of feeling like I am not alone in my happiness or sadness. It reminds
me that someone else has been in my place. And
that can mean the difference between having a good day or a bad day.
am the type to cry at concerts, and associate certain songs with
certain people and situations. Feels So Right
by Alabama brings me back to the first time I danced with an
ex-boyfriend. The relationship didn't last long, and he ended up
cheating on me and kicking me
to the curb, but that dance
has always been a fond memory because of how I felt in the moment.
Poisoning Pigeons in the Park
by Tom Leher reminds me of a night I brought my friend, David, to
karaoke (he sang it). He made the room laugh and impressed the
patrons. I Will Survive
by Gloria Gaynor now
takes me back to the failed flash mob myself and three others started
while waiting for David and his girlfriend at the airport back in
truly was a fail, and an epically hilarious one at that!) Those
are songs that make me smile. In the same breadth, there are songs
that bring me back to less than happier times – Stay
by Sugarland, and Kerosene
by Miranda Lambert remind me of the (several) ex-boyfriends who have
cheated on me. There is even a song I cannot listen to at all
anymore. Bob Carlisle's Butterfly
is the one song I cannot listen to. It was the song that described my
father and I, and was the song we danced to at my sister's wedding.
It was our song.
When I hear it, I have to leave the room or I will break down. There
are songs that remind me of people I went to karaoke with, and will
most likely always remind me of those people (regardless
of how well they sing – or don't sing – those songs).
me, music has been a means of expression, release, and healing. Music
has been my saving grace, and I suspect that it always will be.
Musical theatre is an escape for me; I relish the opportunity to sit
in a theatre to watch a story unfold on stage told through song and
dance. (I just wish I could afford to see more theatre.) Music is a
beautiful medium, and it is a universal language. Music touches
everyone, and there is a genre out there for everyone. (Several
genres if you're anything like me!) I
hope music continues to touch my life as remarkably as it has, and I
hope it has done (and will continue to do) the same for you.