Remember that time you got dumped and as your splintered heart sputtered in your chest you lay on the floor in the dark and you listened to that one song over and over until the cold from the floor boards seeped into your very bones and you felt as thought you would never be happy again?
For me, that song was Temptation by The Tea Party. Well, one time it was, then there was the time it was Breathe by George.
I adore Katie Noonan’s voice. She’s like an angel with crazy hair.
What about that summer when you were hanging with your friends and every time that one song came on you all sang your lungs out and knew you life was good because it was summer, and your friend had a car and a license and you were never going to be old.
1991. Pearl Jam. Alive.
Eddie Vedder – also good hair coincidentally.
To this day there are tunes that transport me back to a certain era, with a certain person and I know that I’m not alone when I say that how powerful music is.
Music therapy alone proves the healing powers, the communicative powers of strains of sound travelling at 340.29 metres per second to leave the speaker and hit your ear and touch your to your very soul.
When I decided to be more Cuban that included more music. Remember?
I wasn’t going to make any New Year’s resolutions like drinking less or wanking less so I resolved to be more Cuban and drink more rum and dance more.
It didn’t really happen that year, although I definitely succeeded in the rum part. In the middle of my poo year a friend going through something similar on the other side of the world sent me a picture.
He was staying at a friend’s house, having moved out of the family home, and he was missing his children terribly. He sent a picture of himself dancing in his lounge room (probably slightly squiffy) with the simple message “music is the elixir of life.”
That made me smile.
When my babies were tiny babies and we were having one of those moments where we’d been in the sleep deprived, screaming baby vortex and I felt like I could throw my beloved child against the wall and walk out the front door and never look back, I’d put on music.
I’d hold that squalling, impossible to comfort child tight against my chest and I would sway, and I would let the music move my body until both of our moods had altered and the elixir of life had miraculously shifted our vortex and I knew that I was going to make it through another day.
Music therapy in action I suppose.
I’ve been getting out to gigs more lately.
I used to manage an awesome artist name Cass Eager and we went to live music a couple of times a week. We were also the two drunken musketeers but we’re kind of grown up these days… she’s still a working musician, and I’m, well, you know what I do.
I’ve been consciously making an effort to see more gigs of late.
Each gig transported me to a time – one is the soundtrack to the blossoming of my new relationship, another is the soundtrack to my mid-twenties in Bondi hanging with the hipsters, another was a new hit of country soul but I was hanging with my old friend Cass and that reminded me to explore new artists and new sounds, because music truly has the power to heal, but it’s also really bloody fun.
Tell me, what song did you break up to? What song was your summer song?
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