It’s hard to describe how music makes me feel. Happy, sad, nostalgic. So many mixed emotions. Certain songs often remind me of a moment in time. And sometimes of a person.
If people were songs, how would you remember them? The song ‘Guantanamera’ reminds me of my grandfather. Not only because he loved that song but because the lyrics are probably the best description of him.
The English translation would read, “ I am a truthful man; I come from where the palm tree grows, I am a truehearted man, who comes from where the palm trees grow, before I lay down my life, I long to coin the verses of my soul.”
It’s been more than a year since he passed away, and whenever the song plays on the radio, my thoughts invariably turn to the man, who was simple at heart, and longed for nothing more than the best for his family. I have no idea whether he managed to coin the verses of his soul, but his melody lingers on in our lives.
‘Blue Moon’ brings to mind thoughts of my dad. My childhood is rife with memories of him belting out the lyrics tunelessly at parties, while my poor mother would almost die of embarrassment. The lyrics “Blue moon. You knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a pray for. Someone I really could care for.” It’s strange, but it matches his character so well. I don’t think he has a single enemy in the whole wide world. And he’s always praying. Most of all, for me, I think.
‘The way you look tonight’ makes me think of an ex. The lyrics blow me away. “Some day when I’m awfully low, when the world is cold. I will feel a glow, just thinking of you and the way you look tonight.” I was feeling awfully low last night. And when this song came on, I travelled back ten years, to a time when we were together. The relationship wasn’t ideal. But listening to this song, made it seem like the best time of my life. Which is actually far from reality.
There are some songs that I just can’t listen to, without shattering in a million pieces. For instance, Richard Marx’s, ‘Right here waiting’ is one of those numbers. It’s just too heartbreaking.
Music is dangerous that way. It makes you nostalgic. Reminisce about things that are best left in the past. Makes situations look rosier than they actually were. And people seem better than they are.
So, why do we love music so much? Why do we contribute to our own nostalgia by listening to the very songs that evoke those memories? Perhaps, because music is exactly that. A return ticket to those moments, that we can only relive through song.
Wish you a happy melodious Sunday!