Personal soundtracks
That was an interesting moment. Sadness from a sad song. Who knew?
My personal music player goes through periods. Several months of older Canadian rock and roll brought back memories of high school. No need to return to that bench, so I dumped the volume and went for something better. How about too much Bach? It was.
Now, I’ve got a lifetime of the Moody Blues to accompany me on the bus. Quality, but the flashbacks to a time when my body size was more closely aligned with the wetsuit in the basement were intense. You see, even then I had a tendency of playing the same cassette tapes over and over again. I know the sequence of songs. And the memories are strong.
The sadness comes from realizing that you “can’t go back again”. A walk through the old neighbourhood won’t bring back the people. For better or worse, all the baggage is mental. And so now I have to decide on some new music.
I could decide to listen to local radio, but I’m not ready for a dose of drivetime. In either language. Yes, CBC, that means you. The news shouldn’t last for the whole trip back home from work, and you attempts to make it “personal” are lost on me.
Maybe it’s time to get some rave on. I could tap my foot, wiggle my fingers (discreetly). If the dance fever is kept down, the seatmate might not even know what’s on my hit parade. Remind me to check with the DJ at home.
