A song must be one of the most common prompts to time travelling back to another time, another place. For Proust it was a petit Madeline biscuit and a cup of tea but for me the sound of a tune takes me back. The Amazing Rhythm Aces, Ozark Mountain Daredevils and many others send me back into the time of my first marriage, a place I don’t want to go, but the music reminds me of the happy times. Of love. Youth. Impetuosity. Travelling the coast. Third Rate Romance, low rent rendevous says it all
Now it brings tears to my eyes as do so many tunes from that era.
Going back even further – hearing the Bee Jees takes me straight back to a room in the nursing home which I shared with my Bee Jee addicted friend. We almost fell out over the incessant playing of their tunes, now I smile wistfully.
One song (of many) that stays with me, however, is Chris Isaak’s There She Goes. Many of his songs are on my favourites list but this one hit a real chord and although it may be a bit macabre, this is the song I have requested for my funeral as I disappear from view.
What I have noticed as I have grown older is that songs and artists that I held in little regard at the time are treated as old friends when they turn up on the radio or in coffee shops. Sadly, my husband who used to like music, has turned sound averse. My neighbours, I’m sure, can tell when I am home alone as the music not only gets turned up a notch, it gets turned on. As a result the songs I listen to are all ones from the past. Ones that evoke great emotion for me, ones I love.
In response to Weekly Discover Challenge
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Chris Isaak, forever, for sure, for everything he ever sang. The man makes my heart go ping. Such emotion.
The “old” singers, though I don’t think of them or me as old – we’re all around the same ages though. Especially the old folk-ballad-soft rock-acid rock heroes of my youth: Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Jackson Brown, The Who, The Mamas and The Papas, Fleetwood Mac, The Grateful Dead, Elton John, The Jefferson Airplane, Cream, Pink Floyd, Eagles, U2, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young – I am truly a child of the 60s and 70s.
And the wonderful women of music: Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Janis Joplin, Nina Simone, Carole King, Grace Slick, Stevie Nicks, Carol Bayer Sager, Dionne Warwick, Donna Summers, Joni Mitchell, Linda Ronstadt, Bette Midler, Aretha Franklin,
Lately I’ve fallen for Joe Bonamassa, an incredibly talented guitarist and blues musician. I love all his music and watch his concerts on the PBS-type channels. Some day to see him in person? Oh my love!
What memories you’ve suggested, Irene.
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Oh Sharon, you and I are the same era. All those you have mentioned were a big part of my early adulthood. I went and saw Jackson Browne when he toured in Sydney. Unfortunately I was on night duty and his support act, Maria Muldaur, sang for so long (good as it was) that I only heard on Jackson Browne number before I had to leave. I should have taken a sickie but for some reason I didn’t. I haven’t heard of Joe Bonamassa but I will now be listening to some tracks. Thank you so much for taking me back even further than I’d already gone.
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You got me on that roll and it was a good one.
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And The Association – how could I leave them out?
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There are so many songs that trigger memories – we have a station here that plays hits from the 50s, 60, 70s and 80s – there’ always something on that floats my boat. My husband, like yours, i not interested in music much – except for the Steep Canyon Rangers.
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Not heard of them but will have a listen. Roger used to like music but now it seems to agitate him rather than calm him. I love getting lost in the music (or being in a rocking boat).
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