This is a piece I was asked to do for my creative writing seminar this week, but it’s very autobiographical, so I think it would class as an introspective piece here. To be honest, I should probably have just posted it and not even bothered putting it into context. Bah, here it is anyway, my musical evolution, if you will.
The first piece of music I ever heard could be one of any number of tracks. I have many distinctive memories of each song, mostly heard from the back seat of my mther’s car on the way to school, but the chronology is blurred. I don’t know which was first, and which was only a few years ago. I only have a jumbled assortment of memories without any sort of reference point as to when, or even where, they take place. Only emotions and sound. I guess that’s testament to the timelessness of great music, although it could just be because I have a cruddy memory.
I’m going to go through each song I remember clearly, and while some are better than others to my present day critic’s (amateur, of course) mind, at the time they were the best thing I’d ever heard. Some are still great, some are rather cheesy, and some are just plain bad, although I shan’t talk about them here, but Mike and the Mechanic’s ‘JUMP!’ was definitely there.
Perhaps the most distincitve of all these songs, at least in my mind, is ‘More than a Feeling’ by Boston, a song that still never seems to grow old, no matter how much I listen to it. The memory of this song is an odd one, full of vaguarities and half recalled images, but it is the most distinctive mostly because I rediscovered Boston while a teenager, startled at hose familiar it sounded. Now it seems every time I hear the song I remember something new about those car rides to school. Obviously my mum loved Boston.
The second most distinct track from those car rides is ‘Trampled Underfoot’ by Led Zeppelin (a relatively unknown band from the back streets of Birmingham). I think as a child I was instantly attracted to the almost funky organ and excellent vocal work, or of course I could be entirely wrong and I liked it for the fact my mum used to sing along. It’s strange though; the only memory I clearly recall of it is at a location that was definintely only on my route to secondary school, so it can’t have been that long ago. See, my memory is cruddy.
The last song I remember well is the most tragic for two reasons, although they are quite related. ‘Tears in Heaven’ by Eric Clapton always got me as a child because I’d been told (by my mother) that it was written about Clapton’s son, who had fallen out of a 20 (I think) storey building at the age of 3. The lyrics are striking in the simplicity of his questions, but as I’ve grown older my tolerance for the slight pretention in Clapton’s solo work has meant that I’ve rarely gone back to it. It still makes me sad, but doesn’t make me on the verge of tears like it used to. So that’s the second tragedy for you.
And that’s it, I’m going to leave you on a lovely sad note, and bugger off to get the new header image ready. Hopefully I can get it up by the end of the day, but it’s touch and go at the moment…