I am sure I have said it before but it’s true, I cannot play an instrument and probably can’t carry a tune to save my life….. yet music speaks to me profoundly and it never ceases to amaze me how pivotal a role it plays in my memories:
The Elvis tunes that woke us up far too early on Saturday mornings!
Making up lyrics to a well known tune of the time and laughing our asses off! Mel you know I’m talking about you!
54-40 rehearsed repeatedly in a basement. my only real groupie experience
Cheap nights at Moviola’s no diggity, no doubt!
Pretty much anything MC had playing…. except The Tragically Hip yeah, yeah I know. fellow Canadians may hang their heads and shake them in disbelief now
Tubthumping. *shudders from the onslaught of pleasant and horrid memories*
The one that was playing when I kissed the guy in the bathroom of that bar that time….okay, I really only remember the guy….also that it felt more 50 Shades elevator than gross this is a bathroom at the time 😉
Driving fast with the windows down with no real destination in mind.
Metallica playing loudly and tiny kicks in rhythm from the soon-to-be-born boy.
I wonder if I will still feel the same about these songs in another 10 years?
Lambs Become Lions-Not All Treasure Is Silver And Gold
Florence + the Machine-No Light, No Light
Of Monsters and Men-Little Talks
Dragonette-Let It Go
City and Colour- The Grand Optimist
HA! Who am I kidding? Of course I will because when I hear this
it takes me back to my 12yo self, in my 12yo’s bedroom with the magazine wallpaper, daydreaming things only 12yo girls dream and falling in love….with the music.
*I do not own the rights to any music listed above, YouTube, or videos*