I love music. I’m sitting here at my desk with my outdated iPod Shuffle listening to a conglomeration of music that could only be appreciated by me, probably. A little Jewel, a little CCR, some U2, a smattering of the Beatles, the Weepies, the soundtrack for Surf’s Up (because, yo, it rocks!)…it’s funny-as I’m sitting here listening to various songs, I’m taken back to certain times in my life when that particular song was imbedded.
U2, the Mamas and the Papas, the Beatles (particulary Sgt. Pepper’s) remind me of a stint in Florida and I’m on the front steps of my house with Kellie, my BFF in 8th grade. Her favorite U2 song at that time was “Sunday Bloody Sunday” and to this day I can’t hear that without thinking of her. We used to write notes back and forth with our favorite Beatles lyrics. I introduced her to the Mamas and the Papas and she introduced me to Jimmy Buffet. Good times, good times…
The other night watching the American Idol finale, I watched the George Michael montage and so wished my high school BFF, Robin was there so we could make fun of that time when we (or more likely I) played the “Listen Without Prejudice” CD over and over again in her room. Outwardly I would be making fun, but secretly I would be enjoying every minute.
Caedmon’s Call came into my life during college and I can remember the very first time I heard their best song, in my opinion, “There’s a Stirring”. I was in the chapel and BSU (Baptist Student Union) was just finishing and someone fished out their Caedmon’s Call CD and popped it in. It was one of those moments when you just stop, and listen, mesmorized. I remember grabbing someone nearby and asking “who is that??”. The beginning of a love affair with Caedmon’s Call.
I’m not a country music fan, despite my residence here in the South, but when I hear “Carrying Your Love With Me” by George Strait, I am driving with Lance in his daddy’s pick up, George Strait crooning from the radio. Lance is singing to me, with his arm crooked over the door, the open window causing me to eat my hair. It’s a fantastic memory and quite possibly when I fell in love with him for good.
This morning as I was driving to work, Cyndi Lauper came on and “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” was playing. I was suddenly in Southern California, hot and sweaty in my aunt’s van as we were driving to my mother’s dentist appointment in Hollywood. It’s 1984 and we’re on the freeway when suddenly this little red car zooms in front of our van. We have to brake, or have an accident and just when the indignation was beginning to flow from the adult’s mouths, a lace gloved hand sticks out of the window, waving an apology. Then a head follows showing red, chopped up hair on top of Cyndi Lauper’s face. My first run-in with a celebrity.
For some reason, when I hear CCR’s “Put a Candle in the Window” I am so overwhelmingly reminded of Laura Ingalls Wilder that I yearn for a book. The only thing I can think of is that as I was reading the series for the umpteenth time, my mother was listening to her music and that song must have played many times. Or maybe it has to do with that part in the series where Pa gets trapped by the freak blizzard like 100 feet from the cabin and Ma puts a candle in the window so he can see. Either way, the books and that song go together in my mind.
Pink Floyd and the “Dark Side of the Moon” will forever remind me of John Black in the 10th grade. We’re sitting in his house and I’m doing my utterly best to look and feel cool and failing miserably. It could be because the last time I had seen John Black was in 4th grade and was attacking him on the playgroud in the snow.
Supertramp and the Monkees will always be linked with Amy. Her parents were the coolest and I practically lived at her house for a summer. I was so amazed to find someone with the same music playing in their house. But Amy knew all the words and I remember being very impressed.
When I hear Def Leppard I think of Kandee and every note she wrote me and folded up in crazy origami ways had somewhere “I love Joe Elliott” TLA 4ever.
The New Kids on the Block remind me of middle school and my sister. I actually watched a concert on TV once with her, probably making it look like I was doing it grudglingly but actually enjoying it.
In the sixth grade, I had to ride a bus to school and there’s no telling how many days we rode on the bus singing Bon Jovi’s “Shot Through the Heart”.
So many bands remind me of people
The B52s and Phebe
REM and Edie Brockell and Andy and Kelly
The Indigo Girls and Christa
DC Talk and Robin and Kim
Christafari and Allison
Anointed and Kirk Franklin and Sarah and Delana
Sarah Laughing and Crystal
and I could go on and on. Music and memories. Sweet connections between me and people that I love.