I got to thinking the other day about the music of our lives. How some songs stick with us through the years and remind us of better, or worse, times.
How the music of our parents reminds us of a war maybe, or a hardship, we did not personally live through.
How the music of our peers reminds us of a person, or a place long forgotten.
How the music that reaches down into our very substance and speaks to us can truly defines us. It is not necessarily good music, or well written. Or even popular. It is a chance meeting sometimes, lyrical beauty and depth hiding in the places you least expect to find them.
It is the songs of our innocence Pink Toothbrush by Max Bygraves. Of the times when dance and imagination and bravery and joy and solitude were the things that made us whole. When drama and performing were an option Yellow Submarine by the Beatles. Where Jeremiah was a Bullfrog by Three Dog Night was the best thing you ever heard, innocent and silly.
It is the songs of growing up where The Locomotion by Kyle Minogue was on everyone’s lips and we weren’t ashamed of it. Where the difference between a singing and speaking voice was endlessly debated Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley.
It is trying to find a place that accepts you, and liking what you think will find peace, and learning to love it for what it is –
It is the beginning of the formulation of your own musical identity –
The list is too long to put here…
It is to this day the memory of some of the most beautiful music you remember hearing. The kind that they rarely make anymore –
It is falling in love with the songs that tell a story –
The songs you love because you have to –
It is my God song –
And it is the song you identify most with –
There will be more. Songs that remind me of people, places, times and events. Some will be joyous, some traumatic and some sad.
Songs of love, loss, joy, triumph.
The songs that resonate with my soul.