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