This won’t be a post about Ani DiFranco. (Sorry, Ani. Maybe next time, because you are so rad.) But I had to use her lead in. You know how when you’re down and out or just busy that you don’t really tune in to the music around you? Or, when you’re lonely or heartbroken, the sappy love songs make you audibly gag? You say to yourself, “God, no, Michael Bolton, please stop!” (Of course, if it was me, I’d say that no matter how I felt, even if I did own his music on cassette as a lovesick little girl.) Or, “Yeeeeeeeah right, Broadway musical. Almost like being in love. The whole human race doesn’t want your smile.” Sad, right?
If you happen to be blessed with love, then everything becomes clearer. You might actually turn to that sappy song in the supermarket and smile, thinking of your newfound happiness. It’s like when you emerge from a foggy mountain and see the sun burst over the horizon. Sometimes, these songs are like that. Sometimes, it’s a matter of perspective.
I went on a date a few weeks ago and as we approached the ice cream counter, Def Leppard’s “Hysteria” was playing. Awkward. It was an okay date but somehow, hearing Def Leppard was weird. I used to write my romantic bits to that album when I was a young girl. I always listened to tracks including “Love Bites” “Love and Affection” and “Hysteria.” Hysteria was the first CD I ever receieved, for Christmas, along with my very first ever CD boombox in 1992. Suddenly, The Cure, Def Leppard, and even syrupy Shania Twain songs have snatched my attention. These songs seems to bubble up to fit the occasion. When someone totally gets you, especially through music, then music becomes even more amazing.
Guilty as charged. Do you think music will mind if I have an affair? I could never be disloyal to that sweet, wonderful magic that is music. What’s even better is when you can share that music magic with someone else.
Are there songs that you hated but the affections of someone else changed your tune? I’d like to know what they are, please!
Be well and rock on,
P.S. It goes without saying that the Beatles are louder now than ever. I’ll say it anyway.
I used to dance around my room singing into the vacuum attachment with this one, far, far from any prospect of love, as I was a young girl.