On our way to the Colbie Calliet/John Mayer concert last night, I got into a great conversation about music with my SIL Melissa and Sister Holly.
We were listening to my Colbie CD, and Bubbly came on. I explained to them that when I had first found this musician on myspace, I had listened to that particular song over and over. I just loved it. While listening, was also reading blogs and what not. I found out an old friend had lost their baby boy. So, as this sweet song played, I read about anguish and loss...and my heart was breaking. The fact is, that no matter what, when I hear this song, it takes me back to the loss of this baby, to the feelings of sadness and loss for the parents.
I guess music is like that for me. I can be taken back to 1989 with only the first bar of
Lost in Your Eyes by Debbie Gibson. That was the song I connect to my first broken heart at the tender age of 14. Sitting on my bed in the dark, hugging a pillow to my heart, dreaming of that cool guy that would never in a million years notice little old me, and crying as I push rewind on my tape of Miss Debbie and getting lost....
Or perhaps it's hearing Teen Spirit by Nirvana and being whisked back to my Senior year in High school with the windows rolled down in a 1979 Cutlass Supreme, head banging down state street in Orem.....
Or maybe remembering that first sweet kiss of my first love to Vanessa Williams on Squaw peak. Even now, when that plays over the grocery store intercom system, Every emotion, taste, & smell invades me, and I am there once again like it was yesterday.
Just a song to many, I'm sure. But music is just as much a part of me as eating and sleeping. Every song IS a memory, a sort of journal that I can reach back and pluck something from. The year, the feelings, the insecurities, the pure joy...anger, frustration.... all rush back. It's good to remember. Keeps us moving forward, waiting to hear the next memory.
