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JennYMuzikal Intimacy: What Was Playing the Moment You...
October 9th 2006 01:47
Music conjures up long lost memories. The sound of a riff, the sensuality of a lyric or the truth of an emotion tugging at your subconscious to remember...please remember.
I have driven down the road with little more on my mind than the grocery list when the ever present musical strain coming from my dashboard speakers taps me on the shoulder and the lyrics may as well have said..."Excuse me...have we met?...oh yes...now I remember. Did you ever find those earrings you lost in his backseat?"
So, now, it's just the two of us. Come in and tell me the name of the song that was playing when you...
got married? lost your virginity? found out that someone close to you passed away? Anything you want...but tell me about the most profound event in your life that is recorded in your mind through the sound of a song.
I have driven down the road with little more on my mind than the grocery list when the ever present musical strain coming from my dashboard speakers taps me on the shoulder and the lyrics may as well have said..."Excuse me...have we met?...oh yes...now I remember. Did you ever find those earrings you lost in his backseat?"
So, now, it's just the two of us. Come in and tell me the name of the song that was playing when you...
got married? lost your virginity? found out that someone close to you passed away? Anything you want...but tell me about the most profound event in your life that is recorded in your mind through the sound of a song.
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Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
I was a senior in high school and taking a field trip with my classmates, a last bash, to Tennessee. I had been in love with CP for years, since I was 12. He never asked me out, but we did have some great cat and mouse escapades throughout the years.
He had started going out with this girl and it was pretty serious while I was dating a loser nobody at the time. CP and I were really close at the time he started going out with the girl I will refer to as the bitch from hell. CP was totally under her spell and I suspect it had to do with the fact that they had slept together, and for him the first time.
Anyways, we were in a van on the way home and we had really fought like cats and dogs in TN. I was miserable and he was laying in the seat behind me listening to some music on his headphones. We hadn't spoken for two days at that point and I just wanted to go home. CP tapped me on the shoulder and whispered,
"Here..listen."
I said, "why?", completely confused at that point. We had said some really vicious things to one another and I didn't think he would ever speak to me again.
"Just do it." He said, embarrassed, and handed me his earphones and this is what I heard...
I'm alone
Yeah, I don't know if I can face the night
I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you
I want your love - Let's break the walls between us
Don't make it tough - I'll put away my pride
Enough's enough I've suffered and I've seen the light
CHORUS:
Baby
You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
You're my angel
Come and make it all right
Don't know what I'm gonna do
About this feeling inside
Yes it's true - Loneliness took me for a ride
Without your love - I'm nothing but a begger
Without your love - a dog without a bone
What can I do I'm sleeping in this bed alone
CHORUS
Come and save me tonight
You're the reason I live
You're the reason I die
You're the reason I give
When I break down and cry
Don't need no reason why
Baby, Baby
CHORUS
You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
you're my angel
Come and take me allright
Come and save me tonight, Come and save me tonight, Come and save me tonight,
Come and save me tonight, Come and save me tonight
Well, I had to fight tears and then denial set in. I couldn't believe I was listening to the right song. This guy who I loved was saying he loved me back...and I didn't know what to do! I panicked! I just sat there and kept listening to song after song...until the music was done playing. We sat in silence the rest of the way home and when we finally got there, I tried to talk to him...and he grabbed his bags and said,
"Later," and left me standing by the van. We never talked about it again. We never went out. I wanted him to be my first lover and I wanted that song to be the song I lost my virginity to...tragic, tragic ending.
Now, I have bared my soul, I have told you my painful truth, you must share with me now...
Come back,
Voices~
Comment by tinkster
what was playing when. I will have to think about that. CP had the right idea. I have made people
listen to songs for reasons like that. I will try to come back with lyrics that I remember.
Comment by KarenC
Genghis Gal
I'm such a curious little creature that I had to visit once you'd mentioned this post.
It's got me thinking but I can't pull anything profound out of my memory. I will be mulling this question over all day, I know. (Sigh) There goes any chance to get a good day's work done.
I'll be back ...
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
I can't wait to see what you come up with!
I think this is a great question, -(see what I mean about us writers?)- just because music is so embedded in our memories.
Do think of something scandalous if you can, it might help boost this poor post up the popular pole. :c)
Come back,
Voices~
Comment by KarenC
Genghis Gal
I was thinking about this intermittently throughout the day and, while I came up with lots of people I relate certain bands to, I couldn't come up with something that really affected me so deeply.
When I think of Chopin's Raindrops Prelude I always think of my beautiful mother, who demanded that I play it over and over on the piano (when I still owned one - before I abandoned the lessons). Luckily, I adore that piece of music and love playing it so it never bothered me.
When I think of Bach I think of my cousin Lisa who used to request him over and over while I was still playing. She died a few years ago and so it's always a wonderful thing to hear Bach and bring back the memory of her sitting next to me on the piano stool and smiling her beautiful smile, blissfully listening to the copious mistakes I made, as Bach is an absolute bastard to play.
My ex boyfriend, the love of my life, the man who used to electrify my world - Soundgarden and The Who always make me remember the times we shared. Before it all went to shit and I ran away to China.
But out of the blue this evening I remembered a man I loved when I was a teenager. A man I loved from the first moment I laid eyes on him. It's a memory quite similar to yours actually, and it's interesting that reading your post didn't make me recall this incident.
I was 17, over at my friend Phil's place. We'd been flirting for ages, I'd gone to his formal, got completely blind with his best mate and poor old Phil had to mop up the pieces of his date and his best mate. Probably not the ideal first date. Ah, the memories of being 17 and so completely carefree that I didn't even think of the consequences of getting that pissed. I was gorgeous, he liked me, I liked him. What more could we possibly want?
We were still great friends after his formal, but it wasn’t quite the same. He was coaching me in Maths ( I may be a whiz at English and History, but Maths was never my strongest point) and I was hanging out in his room after a session just chatting and chilling. He’d started seeing another girl, but it was in its really early stages. I was talking to him about it and he played me a song. He introduced it by telling me that this was a song he really wanted me to hear. The song?
Rod Stewart, “The First Cut is the Deepest.” (apparently originally a Cat Stevens song, something I didn’t know back then.)
I would have given you all of my heart
But there’s someone who’s torn it apart
And she’s taken just all that I had
But if you want I’ll try to love again
Baby I’ll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
But when it come to being lucky she’s cursed
When it come to loving me she’s the worst
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I’ve cried
And I’m sure going to give you a try
And if you want I’ll try to love again
Baby I’ll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
But when it come to being lucky she’s cursed
When it come to loving me she’s the worst
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I’ve cried
But I’m sure gonna give you a try
cause if you want I’ll try to love again
Baby I’ll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
When it come to being lucky she’s cursed
When it come to loving me she’s the worst
Now when I tell you my reaction you’re going to be horrified. But can I preface this by saying that when it comes to music, to me it’s all about the music. I don’t know the lyrics to any song. Well, maybe a few Rage Against the Machine songs, but very few others. If the music draws me in, I don’t really care what the lyrics are. As much as I love words, when a piece of music plays the words seem to fade into insignificance. So my reaction was:
“You’re playing me a Rod Stewart song? Why would you do that?”
Needless to say, we’re not together. Although, we did have a few moments where we could have. When we were about 24 we got together briefly, but a few weeks later he was with another girl. And we were together again when we were about 27. A few weeks later? He had another girlfriend.
So we played a game of cat and mouse for many years. But I think the psychological scars I gave him way back in 19?? were too deep for him to get past. And you know what? This post is the first time I’ve read the lyrics to that song and it’s the first time I really understood what he was trying to say.
Man, can I waste an opportunity or what?
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
Ohhhh Sister, my sister, I feel your pain. I wasted an opportunity with CP. It was all for the best though, I would just much rather the whole business of virginity had been resolved with him than who it was actually with...and all that. It would have been a much happier memory, I guess. But what do we know, KarenC? It might have all been shit anyways...we are cursed with a brain stem that makes us think the grass is greener somewhere else...
Thank you thank you thank you for sharing. It was wonderful to read...
Do come back,
Voices~