I was on the train home last night, with my iPhone on shuffle, happily bopping along, as you do, when the song changed.
All of a sudden I felt like I'd been hit by a truck.
To the point that I was blinking back tears and wishing I wasn't in such a public place.
Music does this to me often.
Of course, not always to that extent, but certainly to the point that it can completely change the weather of my day.
People always say that a scent can bring about the strongest recall and transport you to a moment or emotion that you might have otherwise left behind
But for me, it's only a song that can ever truly do that.
Frente's 'Accidentally Kelly Street' has me right back at New Years Eve 2002 and a drunken midnight serenade phone call.
Tom Waits 'Martha' has me sitting on my bed in tears after a particularly scathing breakup.
Powderfinger's 'Baby Ive Got you on my Mind' takes me to Buchan and wondering why this old lady next to our campsite was so interested in our education (only to realise later on that it was Joan Kerner).
Bon Jovi's 'Someday I'll be Saturday Night' takes me back to being a teenager & singing at the top of our lungs and with every fibre of our beleif "Hey, man, I'm alive..."
Big Scary 'Falling Away' is a too early wake up call and wanting to spend the next few hours in bed talking & laughing and being warm & happy. But having to get up & go into the cold instead.
Elton John's "Your Song" still plays on a bus in Vietnam with a bunch of bawdy beautiful brits, an American, a Venezuelan, a Dutchman and a scattering of other nationalities, feeling very grateful for my lot in life.
As does 'American Pie' actually.
You Am I's "Heavy Heart" constantly reminds me of the lesson that it's not a very good idea to get a haircut from a woman drinking VB in a not very well lit big top tent at Meredith Music Festival.
Kiss' "Beth" is my godmothers funeral.
La Roux's "Bulletproof" is being so happy that I'm dancing down my street instead of walking (in the dark where noone can see me of course!)
Sixpence None The Richer 'Kiss Me' is two people and a guitar, on the couch, in their own apartment, clumsy but in sync and together.
I barely remember a time at home when we didnt have music playing.
Sunday nights I was always allowed to have Rick Dee's weekly top 40 playing on my radio while I fell asleep, even though it was a school night.
And I always stayed awake to see what was number one.
And I think mum knew because she never came in to turn it off until it was over.
Weekend mornings always involved Rage or Video Hits and there always an array of awesome - and some not so awesome - CD's in the house (I will admit to Hanson, but Spice Girls? Kane Johnson, Im looking at you!)
It's amazing how much of a presence music has had in my life.
It's been there for me when I've been at my lowest point and helped me celebrate every one of the greatest occasions in my life.
It is the first true love of my life.
So I guess I can forgive it for blindsiding me on the train on my way home from work every now and then.
x
Skye
All of a sudden I felt like I'd been hit by a truck.
To the point that I was blinking back tears and wishing I wasn't in such a public place.
Music does this to me often.
Of course, not always to that extent, but certainly to the point that it can completely change the weather of my day.
People always say that a scent can bring about the strongest recall and transport you to a moment or emotion that you might have otherwise left behind
But for me, it's only a song that can ever truly do that.
Frente's 'Accidentally Kelly Street' has me right back at New Years Eve 2002 and a drunken midnight serenade phone call.
Tom Waits 'Martha' has me sitting on my bed in tears after a particularly scathing breakup.
Powderfinger's 'Baby Ive Got you on my Mind' takes me to Buchan and wondering why this old lady next to our campsite was so interested in our education (only to realise later on that it was Joan Kerner).
Bon Jovi's 'Someday I'll be Saturday Night' takes me back to being a teenager & singing at the top of our lungs and with every fibre of our beleif "Hey, man, I'm alive..."
Big Scary 'Falling Away' is a too early wake up call and wanting to spend the next few hours in bed talking & laughing and being warm & happy. But having to get up & go into the cold instead.
Elton John's "Your Song" still plays on a bus in Vietnam with a bunch of bawdy beautiful brits, an American, a Venezuelan, a Dutchman and a scattering of other nationalities, feeling very grateful for my lot in life.
As does 'American Pie' actually.
You Am I's "Heavy Heart" constantly reminds me of the lesson that it's not a very good idea to get a haircut from a woman drinking VB in a not very well lit big top tent at Meredith Music Festival.
Kiss' "Beth" is my godmothers funeral.
La Roux's "Bulletproof" is being so happy that I'm dancing down my street instead of walking (in the dark where noone can see me of course!)
Sixpence None The Richer 'Kiss Me' is two people and a guitar, on the couch, in their own apartment, clumsy but in sync and together.
I barely remember a time at home when we didnt have music playing.
Sunday nights I was always allowed to have Rick Dee's weekly top 40 playing on my radio while I fell asleep, even though it was a school night.
And I always stayed awake to see what was number one.
And I think mum knew because she never came in to turn it off until it was over.
Weekend mornings always involved Rage or Video Hits and there always an array of awesome - and some not so awesome - CD's in the house (I will admit to Hanson, but Spice Girls? Kane Johnson, Im looking at you!)
It's amazing how much of a presence music has had in my life.
It's been there for me when I've been at my lowest point and helped me celebrate every one of the greatest occasions in my life.
It is the first true love of my life.
So I guess I can forgive it for blindsiding me on the train on my way home from work every now and then.
x
Skye
Wow .... that post has so much depth in it ... love your reminiscing Skye... I guess because I can relate. Alot of songs have me flooded in memories too ... special memories of Summer of 2000/2001 was Wheatus Teenage Dirtbag.... Winter in England 2001 Uncle Kracker Follow me. I could go on and on but I won't LOL
(hugs) thanks for sharing
Posted by: SamJ | 05/25/2010 at 08:51 PM
Love your blog Skye...I can relate to a lot of songs in my life growingup too....thanks for sharing yours!:-)
xoxox
Posted by: Bron AKA Mum | 05/25/2010 at 09:36 PM
eya skye! omg what a fab post!! :( The Rasmus's "In the shadows" always takes me back to year 12 in high school - being stressed, but plugging in my discman and not stressing any more! xx
Posted by: Alison | 05/25/2010 at 10:42 PM
I believe songs are what fills the gaps that we can't speak about, and often have the right words for occasions.
I have songs that remind me of school, songs that remind me of car trips (a whole weekend of Queen? and 14 hours of Cold Chisel? that's right!), songs that remind me of friends and boyfriends past, and songs that have gotten me through dark times.
Awesome post!
Posted by: Elle | 05/26/2010 at 01:07 AM
I love this post Skye...I am so with you on the music thing...I love music and how it does bring those memories and feelings flooding back...there are so many things that I will never forget because of the soundtrack that goes with them. I get the smell thing big time too though...I think I'm just a bit of a nostalgic kinda gal :)...Tatum xx
Posted by: Tatum | 05/26/2010 at 08:50 PM
Accidently on Kelly Street is such a happy song. I used to love the long distance dedications on Rick Dee's Top 40 only in my day it was Kasey Kasem. I love how songs bring back memories.
Posted by: Anthea | 05/27/2010 at 12:42 AM
you know i'm the same.
Crazy how some songs just bring back memories.
xx
Posted by: Nicole Pomeroy | 05/28/2010 at 03:48 AM