I know I’m (really) late with my favourites post, and I apologise, because this isn’t it either. But I needed to get this out.
I almost cried today at the subway station, while waiting for the train to come in. So I was listening to music, and this song started playing. The funny thing is that now I can’t even remember which song it was. But at the moment I was overcome by a flood of memories.
Music has that power. It can bring back memories you didn’t even know you had or hadn’t thought about in years. Smells do that too, y’know? My last post was about smells; otherwise I’d have gone on about them here, too. Instead Imma talk about what music does to me.
So I'm standing on a slightly crowded platform, waiting with everyone else for the trains to come in. it’s been a long day, we’re all tired, and to top it all off, it’s cold- below zero degrees Celsius. So anyway, I'm standing in a corner, hands shoved deep into my coat pockets, music playing in my ears, and in my head I'm trying to plan the weekend, trying to determine how much time each of my essays will take, when I need to leave for my meeting with a professor tomorrow, etc. and then this song starts playing.
All I remember about the song now is that it was by Westlife. There are only a limited number of songs it could have been, because I was listening to a specific playlist, and there’s only a few songs by them on it. I still don’t remember which one it was though. But by the time the chorus started playing, I was no longer on the subway platform, freezing and tired; I was 11 or 12, sprawled on my stomach on my mattress in my old room, reading a book called The Grey King that was part of a series about the Welsh Arthurian legends, and in the background, my red tape recorder/deck/player thing was playing my favourite band at the time- Westlife.
And then I was 14, again sprawled on my mattress (or had we bought my bed by this time?), and reading The Graveyard Book by the dim glow of my nightlight.
And then I could have been any age from 11 to 14, lying awake late at night, physically in my bed (or mattress), but mentally worlds away in Middle Earth, fighting alongside the Fellowship and killing orcs and
All with Westlife’s music playing in the background.
I almost cried today at the subway station, while waiting for the train to come in. So I was listening to music, and this song started playing. The funny thing is that now I can’t even remember which song it was. But at the moment I was overcome by a flood of memories.
Music has that power. It can bring back memories you didn’t even know you had or hadn’t thought about in years. Smells do that too, y’know? My last post was about smells; otherwise I’d have gone on about them here, too. Instead Imma talk about what music does to me.
So I'm standing on a slightly crowded platform, waiting with everyone else for the trains to come in. it’s been a long day, we’re all tired, and to top it all off, it’s cold- below zero degrees Celsius. So anyway, I'm standing in a corner, hands shoved deep into my coat pockets, music playing in my ears, and in my head I'm trying to plan the weekend, trying to determine how much time each of my essays will take, when I need to leave for my meeting with a professor tomorrow, etc. and then this song starts playing.
All I remember about the song now is that it was by Westlife. There are only a limited number of songs it could have been, because I was listening to a specific playlist, and there’s only a few songs by them on it. I still don’t remember which one it was though. But by the time the chorus started playing, I was no longer on the subway platform, freezing and tired; I was 11 or 12, sprawled on my stomach on my mattress in my old room, reading a book called The Grey King that was part of a series about the Welsh Arthurian legends, and in the background, my red tape recorder/deck/player thing was playing my favourite band at the time- Westlife.
And then I was 14, again sprawled on my mattress (or had we bought my bed by this time?), and reading The Graveyard Book by the dim glow of my nightlight.
And then I could have been any age from 11 to 14, lying awake late at night, physically in my bed (or mattress), but mentally worlds away in Middle Earth, fighting alongside the Fellowship and killing orcs and
All with Westlife’s music playing in the background.
I feel this so hard. For the longest time, I physically could not listen to Leaving on a Jetplane, because that song was ironically playing when I was leaving Hyderabad on the train just before my parents moved out, and it just brought back far too many memories. Same with Far Away by Nickelback, there are so many memories associated with it that Anvita played it this one time and I could feel my heart splintering, so bad that I made her change the song after like sixty seconds.
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