So, if you haven't judged me yet then I probably shouldn't admit it but, well, let's just say I may or may not have bought a copy of Terrance Trent D'arby...and I may or may not remember ALL of the words...and I may remember that the reason I bought my original copy was because it was played on an episode of 21 Jumpstreet...and I may also remember the episode and scene it was in...and may have visited YouTube for related reasons. There, now we have no secrets between us.
Sunday, January 06, 2013
My Finest Hour
I don't know what's come over me but, "The words keep stumbling out of my mouth. We are who we are, whatever the others say..." If you weren't a 12-14 year old girl in the 80s then you probably have no idea what I am talking about. It's happened: I've gone back to enjoying loving a lot of the music I loved when I was a teenager. It's taken over thirty years but I think that I can finally listen to the music I once loved without becoming incredibly uncomfortable. For so long songs would be associated with parts of my youth I'd rather not re-live. I was 13 again! This didn't happen with all of the music I liked then. Some of the bands I listened to would carry through different chapters of life {like with the Smiths} and adapt with my circumstances pleasurably. Some music I just learned to hate and be okay with that. {If I ever hear another Yaz song it'll be too soon!} But with some of the albums I listened to {so often that the tape eventually snapped} it's been a long time since I could enjoy listening to them. Music just has that magical power to transport me to the memories, good or bad. I think that sometimes being a teenage girl was just difficult... I had a good life but, you know, being a teenage girl, it can be challenging. Really, it was often too much; it made me uncomfortable. Music was a good escape and I guess it's nice to realize that I don't really need that escape anymore. Maybe that's why I can finally enjoy and even sing along to music I discovered so long ago. For some glorious reason, none of it matters anymore. Thank God!! I see that as a great landmark of getting older.
So, if you haven't judged me yet then I probably shouldn't admit it but, well, let's just say I may or may not have bought a copy of Terrance Trent D'arby...and I may or may not remember ALL of the words...and I may remember that the reason I bought my original copy was because it was played on an episode of 21 Jumpstreet...and I may also remember the episode and scene it was in...and may have visited YouTube for related reasons. There, now we have no secrets between us.
So, if you haven't judged me yet then I probably shouldn't admit it but, well, let's just say I may or may not have bought a copy of Terrance Trent D'arby...and I may or may not remember ALL of the words...and I may remember that the reason I bought my original copy was because it was played on an episode of 21 Jumpstreet...and I may also remember the episode and scene it was in...and may have visited YouTube for related reasons. There, now we have no secrets between us.
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2 comments:
I love the power of music - the way it can take us back in just a few notes.
This post was excellent. Speaking of 21 jumpstreet, I got lost in a youtube wormhole one day due to that show. I agree about the music it's nice to revisit songs like this that can take you back.
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