by pumpkinpi » Wed Mar 25, 2015 3:20 pm
Music was such a powerful force in my life, starting about when I was 8, ramping up when I was 10, and really peaking through my adolescent years. I listened to my parents' favorite records even before age 8--Simon and Garfunkel, Beach Boys' Endless Summer, The Beatles White Album. I listened to their 45's while roller skating in my basement. (Yes, basement. It was about 60' long with cement floors.) Leader of the Pack, Sugar Sugar, I Want to Hold Your Hand/I Saw Her Standing There, more Beach Boys.....
My first records were Born in the USA, Cyndi Lauper, Thriller......
The memories starting around age 10 get particularly strong. Many songs I hear now, I can place exactly where I was when I listened it, and it evokes the feeling I had at the time. Rock Steady. The Beastie Boys' License to Ill. (I had no idea what most of the lyrics meant at the time!)
I'm slightly embarrassed to say that a lot of the association had to do with boys. I had a log of big crushes in my early teens, and would ascribe certain lines of certain current songs to my feelings for them. One particularly strong one is from The Little Mermaid, Kiss the Girl. The movie came out not long before I started dating my first serious boyfriend and somehow that song fit what I felt. And right now Russter is on a Little Mermaid kick, so that scene always gives me a smile.
I can't believe how well I remember so many songs that were popular in those early teen years. The other day I woke up with Toy Soldier by Markita in my head. "Step by step, heart to heart, we all fall down. Like a toy soldier." I probably have not heard it since I was 14.
The "love song" association continued to remain strong through college. Let's see, what can I remember now. We had a trend on our dormitory floor of writing selected lines from songs on white boards hanging on our doors. So when those songs come on the radio I can "see" those lines and sometimes remember when I wrote them.
Peter Gabriel and Paula Cole came to me at a time in college when I was feeling pretty lost, mostly academically. Don't Give up and Me, respectively.
In my 20's, I was searching for my husband. Jewel's "This Way" sticks out as one I was listening to around the time I met MrPi.
On the flip side, I was in concert band, marching band, orchestra, and jazz band; tap, ballet, jazz, pom pon. So performance runs through my blood, too. I love when I hear a song on the radio that I played. Even if I don't remember the name or composer, my fingers can sometimes still move along with my part.
When a song I danced to comes on, often I can remember some of the moves. Whip It. Tainted Love. Summer of 69. Goin' to the Chapel. If. Let's Get Ready to Rumble. I can even remember the words to songs from my earliest dance recital. Ok, I've got to do it. I'm going to "sing" them now for you.
Oh we are the rays of sunshine, and our home is in the Sun. All of our days are sunny, and we have lots of fun.
Ballet recital, Kindergarten.
I am #1. Yes I am the best. I am #1. Because I passed the test. I am #1. I am the tops you see. If you don't believe me, then put your eyes on me! (I could go on).
Tap recital, 1st or 2nd grade.
Jazz band was my biggest love. But the really strange thing--I have never gotten a lot of enjoyment out of listening to recorded music. It had to be live. Every now and then I would get a cd of a particularly talented musician and I would listen a lot, especially if it was one I had seen in concert. But just turning on the radio to a jazz station or listening to a cd someone got me usually bores me.
The best concerts I've been to--that have moved me to tears--were by trumpeter Arturo Sandoval. I've seen him 6-7 times. OMG, if you ever get a chance to see him, go, and sit close to the front!
So what now? In the past decade plus, music has lost some of its meaning and enjoyment. On long drives, I prefer NPR or audiobooks. I don't buy a lot of new cds or bring out old ones. I guess maybe it's because I have a very happy life and I'm not searching for that meaning, or hoping that the lyrics will give me answers to something I'm lacking. I remember watching a concert on MTV by the lead singer of Matchbox 20. It was one of those "Storytellers," when the artist talks about the songwriting process. He said he gets asked why so many of his songs are about sad topics. His response is that when life is good, you go out and celebrate. When it's tough, you go home and wallow, and then have the time to write songs. I guess that applies to how I listen.
But like you, Thumper, there is ALWAYS a line or small part of a song in my head. Maybe from a kids' movie. [at the moment: Let's Make a Rainbow from Care Bears. Ugh.] Maybe from something I heard on the radio or that MrPI plays. (He always listens--rock in the car, classical at home. He has good taste so I get my exposure to good music with him.) Maybe something that I haven't heard or thought of in 20 years. But there is always one there. It happens for my kids, too. For years Buster has gone around singing the same line from a song over and over, just blurted out randomly over the course of the day. He doesn't yet have the filter to keep it in. But he gets angry when I try to sing my earworm! Russter has started doing that, too. I love listening to them sing.
Writing this post was an exercise for me. If any of you made it this far, thanks. But I don't care if nobody does.
And Thumper thanks for starting the thread.
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pumpkinpi on Wed Mar 25, 2015 5:20 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Too bad ignorance isn't painful.
"Standing at the forefront of human ignorance." Daniel and Jorge Explain the Universe