You should have stayed at home yesterday :: musical sensory recall

“Aha this kiss you give, it’s never ever gonna fade away.” I remember a particular day, sometime in the Summer of 1987, sitting in the backseat of a friend’s car with this song blaring out of the speakers. The beach was just outside the window, though it was still too foggy to see the water. I could smell the salt in the air though, as it swirled around my blowing hair, all the windows down as we drove into an unknown adventure. I do not recall where we were going, or much of the day and night’s activities. I know … Continue reading You should have stayed at home yesterday :: musical sensory recall

To know me as hardly golden :: musical sensory recall

“I’m coming up only to hold you under, I’m coming up only to show you wrong; and to know you is hard, and we wonder, to know you all wrong, we were.” Ever have one of those songs that you have heard occasionally, or even often, but only in the background kind of way? What I mean is, you have heard it, you recognize it, you might even be able to name the band, or recall it when someone says “oh this? This is…”, as you nod in recognition. But, you never really heard the song; it never truly made … Continue reading To know me as hardly golden :: musical sensory recall

You don’t know how bad I got it :: musical sensory recall

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Jemma Salume “You must be joking, you don’t know a thing about it. You’ve got no problems, I’d stay right there if I were you. I got it harder, you couldn’t dream how hard I got it.” In some ways one could say this song could pair up with The Rolling Stones’ You Can’t Always Get What You Want, in as far as the “grass is always greener” perspective. And, perhaps Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill, in the “can we trade places” vein. That said, this song takes a more adolescent approach to … Continue reading You don’t know how bad I got it :: musical sensory recall

Well I’m a million different people from one day to the next :: musical sensory recall

“Well I never pray, but tonight I’m on my knees, yeah. I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah. I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now. But, the airways are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now.” Sometimes I despise being the strong one, the persistent one, the one that no one things needs a shoulder to lean on. Even as a child there was never that safe space to land, not really, all of everyone always came to me, dropping their worries and troubles at my … Continue reading Well I’m a million different people from one day to the next :: musical sensory recall

When I hear beautiful music its always from another time :: musical sensory recall

“Everything gets smaller now the further that I go, towards the mouth, and the reunion of the known and the unknown. Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home, you can move mountains with your misery if you don’t, if you don’t.” There are memories too vulnerable to write. It is as if they are brittle and yellowing photographs, the ones shoved in the back of a box, or folded carefully and tucked into the pages of a near forgotten book. It was once your favorite, the pages worn and finger-printed. Flower petals are stuck in the early … Continue reading When I hear beautiful music its always from another time :: musical sensory recall

You only have to look behind you :: musical sensory recall

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Derek Gores “Everything you touch you don’t feel, do not know what you steal. Shakes your hand, takes your gun, walks you out of the sun.” Science Fiction, other-worldly, spinning through space kind of sound, and song. I close my eyes and picture the Tardis circling through time, Leeloo falling into Dallas’ cab, and Alice leaving the infected behind to run off to a post-Goth club with Neo pre-being-the-“One”. This song is part of a soundtrack I have set aside for one of the two novels I am writing. I feel it in the … Continue reading You only have to look behind you :: musical sensory recall

There goes the fairy tale :: musical sensory recall

Keep Art Alive :: “Maria McKee” :: Art by Freakoutville “If love is shelter, I’m gonna walk in the rain.” I have a big, probably semi-dysfunctional, love affair with songs about heartbreak. I love the rip your heart out and throw it on the ground kind of songs, the ones full of bitterness, loneliness and regrets. I tend to cry my eyes out to songs like this, and there is something healing about that, cathartic and freeing. Maybe it is that inner need to feel connected, even in pain (or perhaps, especially when in pain). Music about heartbreak can act … Continue reading There goes the fairy tale :: musical sensory recall

It’s not time for me to go :: musical sensory recall

“But, I love him dear, and I love him dear, and I’ve loved him hundreds of thousands of years.” Back in the early 90’s, when my oldest was just a baby and we still lived with her Father, there used to be this coffee house that we all went to that I truly loved. It was not even a full block from the apartment we lived in, and no matter what time of day or night I stopped in, I always saw someone I knew. There was live music in the back, random and interesting conversations everywhere to be a … Continue reading It’s not time for me to go :: musical sensory recall

She sings a song :: musical sensory recall

“Me and my girlfriend, don’t wear no shoes, her nose is painted pepper sunlight. She loves me,  I mean it’s serious, as serious can be.” This song is loaded with so many memories from a time in my life, and the city that I was surrounded by most of the time. It reminds me of band names, clubs, venues, and of Sunday nights at Stardust ballroom. I can recall a certain night, I was sat back on a couch in the corner talking to a boy with a camera. He was friends with the band. Hell, weren’t we all friends … Continue reading She sings a song :: musical sensory recall

I am not impressed :: musical sensory recall

“I’ll never kill you this I swear, then kill myself just to be fair. I’ll never need another Queen, we’ll never face the guillotine.” I have a lot to thank John Hughes for, not only for some of the movies that shaped my adolescence (and helped me feel so less alone), but also for introducing me to some of my favorite music from the 80’s. Charlie Sexton’s music was featured in some scenes in the Hughes’ film Some Kind Of Wonderful, which was the first place I heard his voice. I recall hearing some of his songs a bit afterwards, … Continue reading I am not impressed :: musical sensory recall