There is not much unique about my love of music -- it seems to be pretty much universal. But there's something about the notes that can connect with me in a way that almost nothing else can. It's not that I love a certain type, or will only listen to one genre; my musical tastes are broad and indiscriminate. I will listen to anything, from one-hit-wonder pop music to musicals to rap to punk rock. I love eighties songs (see my previous post on Kyrie Eleison), and I've got a soft spot for nineties music, because that's what I grew up listening to. But I will listen to pretty much everything.
Even country.
There are times when I'm most excited to go to the rink because it gives me an opportunity to listen to my music. And better yet, it gives me an opportunity to indoctrinate all of the little minions with my brilliant, highly refined playlists. I mean, really, who wouldn't pass up the chance to expose the wonders of Nickelback to the impressionable young minds of nine year olds?
I'm kidding...
Mostly.
But in all honesty, there is something magical about music. It allows you to be transported to any place, any time. I associate songs with events or times in my life; when I was in 7th grade, for example, I was obsessed with "Leave Out All the Rest". I still love that song, but now whenever I hear it, it brings back memories of new schools and puberty-induced awkwardness.
This post obviously doesn't even begin to describe music; I could rant for hours about it, although I'm sure y'all have better things to do with your Monday nights. I have so much more I want to write! But I don't want to bore you to death, so this is all for now.
Do you have any memories or events that you associate with a certain song?
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Monday, April 14, 2014
Sunday, June 26, 2011
2. Kyrie
Kyrie Eleison...
For some, this song evokes a religious significance, for others the embarraasing memory of bad eighties clothes and good eighties music.
For me, it symbolizes freedom- although not through religious redemption or teenage rebellion.
Last summer, my sister, dad, and I took a road trip down to California. We were planning on taking the long route down to Berkley for a unicycle convention, and meet my mom there a few days later. So we meandered down through the Oregon Coast, stopping at what seemed to be every cheesey tourist attraction possible. My dad spent long hours recounting how he had taken a similar trip with some school friends when he was in his twenties, and kept rambeling on about how much everything had changed. In a desperate attempt to survive the aurderous journey, my sister and I turned to music. Being two years older, she had total control over the playlist, and she was going through an eighties phase at the time. So for three days I was trapped in a sweltering car, listening to Guns and Roses, Queen, and the uplifting voice of Kenny Loggins. And amazingly, after a day or two, a strange thing happened- I actually started to like it...
We stopped at the seal caves in Oregon and admired the great seqouias' that crowded almost onto the road in California, but with a little Mr. Mister stuck in my head, I wasn't bored any more. So whenever I am feeling bored and depressed in the dead of winter, I listen to this song and it reminds me of the amazing time I had in California last summer.
And hey, at least it was before her John Mayer phase....
For some, this song evokes a religious significance, for others the embarraasing memory of bad eighties clothes and good eighties music.
For me, it symbolizes freedom- although not through religious redemption or teenage rebellion.
Last summer, my sister, dad, and I took a road trip down to California. We were planning on taking the long route down to Berkley for a unicycle convention, and meet my mom there a few days later. So we meandered down through the Oregon Coast, stopping at what seemed to be every cheesey tourist attraction possible. My dad spent long hours recounting how he had taken a similar trip with some school friends when he was in his twenties, and kept rambeling on about how much everything had changed. In a desperate attempt to survive the aurderous journey, my sister and I turned to music. Being two years older, she had total control over the playlist, and she was going through an eighties phase at the time. So for three days I was trapped in a sweltering car, listening to Guns and Roses, Queen, and the uplifting voice of Kenny Loggins. And amazingly, after a day or two, a strange thing happened- I actually started to like it...
We stopped at the seal caves in Oregon and admired the great seqouias' that crowded almost onto the road in California, but with a little Mr. Mister stuck in my head, I wasn't bored any more. So whenever I am feeling bored and depressed in the dead of winter, I listen to this song and it reminds me of the amazing time I had in California last summer.
And hey, at least it was before her John Mayer phase....
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