Drift Away

I’ve blogged on this subject before on a different site, but as its still my favourite topic, I’m going to talk about it again. If you know me at all then you know how passionate I am about music. I try to support the artists that I like and promote them to anyone that will listen. I also tend to obsess over new music until it eventually makes its way into the shuffle playlist as some other new music takes it’s place (except Blake Shelton, he will always be the exception to that rule. I listen to him every day.)

A while back, I was at a friend’s house with a group of friends. We were heading to the annual ‘ball’ (read country folks excuse to dress up, drink and socialise) We were having pre-ball drinks at her house because it was just down the block from the venue, everyone had arrived, and while having a catch up, drinking copious amounts and generally doing what you do at these things, I decided to put on some music. I had seen a mini system over by the computer, so wandered over to choose some tunes. After rummaging around for a bit, I finally turned to the hostess and asked where her CD’s were. The response I got was that they don’t really listen to music, have no CD’s and only really have the stereo there for the news. What the….?!?

I admit I probably looked a bit stupid at this point, mouth agape, unresponsive. But to be fair I was genuinely shocked. I have never met someone who didn’t listen to music! Don’t get me wrong, I’m aware I’m a bit over the top with my love for music, I mean I have a soundtrack playing in my head most days. Something someone says will trigger a lyric that plays in my head while they are talking. But come on! No music at all! They are missing so much. Well they might not be, because you don’t miss what you never had, but still.

They will never know the joy of having a song come on the radio/stereo/pc and being instantly transported back to the time that song is associated with. Case in point; Meatloaf – 2 out of three ain’t bad? Senior year of high school summer holiday fling.  4 non blondes -What’s up? Camping at Buckland’s crossing with my brother and sister and a group of our friends, during a break in my nursing training.  The Exponents – Why does love do this to me?  Getting my boob signed with ‘thanks for the mammories’ by the lead singer after a really drunken bar gig, as a student in Invercargill. More recently, some of the musicians I listen to, like Blake, remind me of the person that introduced me to the music.

So many more that come to me at random times when the song triggers my stroll down memory lane, and each memory so closely associated with the song.  I am so grateful for being brought up in a household where music was as much a part of our upbringing as Sunday roasts, backyard bbq’s and sitting round the bonfire having a sing along at our annual summer camping trip. My parents may have scarred me for life in other areas, but this at least, they got very right.


8 responses to “Drift Away

  1. My parents used to turn up the record player on Sunday mornings and play any and every Motown album they had, with some Miles Davis thrown in for good measure. I LOVE music for the exact reason you said. Night Rangers “Sister Christian” will always remind me of Grad Nite a Disney World. Freda Payne’s “Band of Gold” will always remind me of the loss of my Father and any song from Prince’s Purple Rain soundtrack will remind me of sleeping on the sidewalk to get tickets to my very first concert.

    To quote The O’Jays “I Love Music”

    • Exactly! Someone not having music in their lives is such an alien concept to me because of my upbringing. I can’t remember an occasion that didn’t have music with it.

  2. Love this.
    There are days I’m sure I wouldn’t exist without music. The ‘hear a word, think of a song’ thing happens to me so often. I was raised on music and have always been involved in music. Can’t imagine it being any different.

    • I can’t remember the last time I went a day without music in it somehow. I’d say it’s never happened but it may have and I just don’t remember it

      • Worked in a bookstore for nine years. A silent bookstore. First three days I thought I was going insane. After that I just put the playlist in my head to shuffle

  3. You know, I don’t understand people who don’t listen to music, either. For a lot of the same reasons you listed. I’m constantly replaying one song or other in my head that no one but me would understand the reason for, and i’m good with that.

    I once worked for a public entity that was involved in a lawsuit for violating the state’s open meeting laws (a/k/a sunshine laws). The public entity in question published the meeting itinerary in the paper, advertised it on television and on the radio…essentially every media outlet available. The people suing them claimed that they never read the newspaper, watch television, or listen to the radio, so they were not informed of the meeting. AND THEY WON! WTF?!?!

    So, yeah. I don’t get the ‘not listening to the radio’ thing either. People who don’t do music are just plain weird. Just saying…

    • OK that case brings up a whole nother conversation re; the legal system in America, but I know where you are coming from. Thanks for commenting hun 🙂

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