Backwards to a Foreword
I started these writings with the intent of making mostly comedic style social observations. But opinions are like arseholes- everyone's got one- and as if often the way- the original intent is not what has eventuated, as the darker side of my mind has been very much in control lately.
All my writings are essentially a point of view or recollections of lived experiences. As with witness statements, which are not admissible as evidence in court due to the high rate of inaccuracy- sometimes what I feel, think or remember won't be the same as other people who may have been present for the same events.
They are my thoughts, feelings and memories, and may not necessarily represent those of people represented in them.
All my writings are essentially a point of view or recollections of lived experiences. As with witness statements, which are not admissible as evidence in court due to the high rate of inaccuracy- sometimes what I feel, think or remember won't be the same as other people who may have been present for the same events.
They are my thoughts, feelings and memories, and may not necessarily represent those of people represented in them.
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Songs and Associations
Some people pass through your life and leave a mark in ways you wouldn't have expected- little memories, some like gifts, which all make up who we are.
One for me was a guy I was dating earlier this year, who in most respects was fairly unremarkable. We had some fun together, but it was never serious. When he stopped calling, I didn't think anything of it, as I had no real desire to see him again either. Nothing unpleasant- we'd just used up all we had to gain from each other, and it was time to part.
What stays with me, was his habit of putting on certain music in the morning while he showered and dressed (okay, and some other funny things too, like the videos of him nude bungee jumping, but that's a story for another day).
While I'd always liked the song "Little Lion Man" when I heard it on the radio, I'd never sat down and listened to the full Mumford and Sons album (Sigh No More) before either. A few months passed and I found some tunes entering my head, so I bought the album for myself and now I am a huge convert, so thank you, 26- you gave me a new top ten album of all time.
Now there is also a song which, whenever it comes on the radio, I think of him and smile at the memory- "We are young" by Fun (no, not Paul Dempsey singing of "...dangled upside down from a great height...").
Other songs bring a smirk any time your hear them, like "What are ya (a yob or a wanker)", by TISM, which was unfortunate enough to work its way into the CD shuffle the night I lost my virginity. Talk about panic as he bolted across the room to change the song (also incidentally the night I learned of the bouncy comedy that is a naked man running). Somehow I don't the introductory phrase of "I'm a wanker...I'm a wanker... I'm a wanker..." was exactly the image he wanted to be giving at that moment.
Indelible images burned on your brain, which whenever you hear the songs, they rise again to the surface: The Johnny Cash cover of Hurt by Nine Inch Nails will always remind me of one ex-boyfriend. Any music by The Doors will always make me think of a friend I lost too young.
One of my favourite bands of all time is Something for Kate, and albums by their singer Paul Dempsey. They always make me think of a friend form university, when we'd be sitting in the corner loving the songs, reciting the lyrics, and everyone else would look at us like we're loonies.
Recently though, someone has given them new associations, and I'm not sure what to make of it all- Will I be left with a smile when I hear them, or a desire to switch off? For now its a knot in the stomach, but there's no rest from this paralysis.
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Friday, 31 August 2012
Everything You Think has been Thought Before
... including the title statement. (thank you VW Goethe)
Much of what we often think or say has also been put into song lyrics. To use the above example, see the opening line of Three Dimensions by Something for Kate: "you're not the first to think that everything has been thought before". Yep- right they are.
If the Beatles didn't prove that almost anything can be a song lyric with "Googoogatube", Nirvana explored torture and murders in song with "Polly" (I think she wants some water.. to put out the blowtorch), then Regurgitator explored interesting new ground of what can constitute the basis of a song with "I Piss Alone [because I don't want nobody to know that I haven't got the pressure of some of the other boys- they make a noise, it scares me so...]" . One day I'll attempt the 100% song lyrics blog post.
The bizarre, drug addled or comical aside, most people have probably had a moment when they hear a song lyric where it really hits home, and you feel as though the band/ artist is singing directly to you- Even if it's Pink singing "I've had a shit day" (although I do prefer the Kevin Bloody Wilson way of putting it "I've had an absolute cunt of a day.."), yet we still sometimes feel as though no one would understand the thoughts or feelings expressed at those times.
I love music for this reason. There's something fantastic about putting on some tunes you relate to or that pick you up with a combination of their lyrics and melodies- music which matches your mood or the moment.
With travels in my near future I'm again drawn to music which makes me think of it, like "I'm in London still" by the Waifs, thinking of the fantastic experiences while living and travelling overseas, but the knowledge that in gaining that experience you leave behind friends and other parts of your life. You only know its time to come home when "Every Fucking City [looks the same]" by Paul Kelly is the song most resonating with you.
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