Like most everyone else I’ve got music on my computer. Old stuff, new stuff, weird and obscure stuff. Heavy metal is often followed by a country tune which, I have to admit, can be jarring.
This list of comfort music has begun to take on new irritations. How many love songs can one person have on a play list? Apparently lots.
Songs of new love, unrequited love, lost love.. ya, ya,ya. They’ve been on my playlist for years, hell before there was a playlist as most of them come from CD’s I’ve had to replace tapes and vinyl. Yes, I remember 45′s what’s your point?
As of late they are all ‘ABOUT’ me. What I have, what I don’t have, what I should have. Pfft. Gratefully AC/DC doesn’t lament love or I’d be in deep do.
Trisha Yearwood has a song, “The Song Remember’s When” and it sure does. This music of mine has many memories. There are songs that take me to a certain moment with perfect clarity.
I was listening to Rod Steward today and ‘Forever Young’ came on. I was instantly sitting in my ’74 Mustang waiting for one of my friend’s children to get out of school, so I could take her home.
Michael Bolton’s ‘Time, Love and Tenderness” has me rocking out on north bound I5, in Seattle, on my way to the 520 bridge exit.
I couldn’t explain these connections if I tried and most of the time I just smile and go with it.
Lately? Some songs stop my day in its tracks. My heart compresses and I either skip it or count the seconds until it’s over. Changing stations doesn’t always help, nor does moving to the next song. There are so many of them, dammit!
My solution? I’ve been loading music which has memories that have absolutely nothing to do with ‘us’. It seems to be helping. Music has always been sanctuary for me. I’m sure not going to stop listening to it because a tune might stab me in the heart.
This super sensitive stuff is for the birds. I mean really. As persons go, I’m normally pretty pragmatic. Not much gets to me. This situation? It’s got me feeling like a burn unit patient. Healing will come. The music will always remember and so will I, and it won’t hurt like this forever. I know it won’t. I wish it would hurry up and get on with it though.
Have I mentioned I don’t do waiting well? I don’t. It’s a problem. Lessons in patience suck rocks. So does being stopped in my tracks when some of my favorite tunes come on.
I’m done whining; for the moment.
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