Have you ever seen that strange middle-aged woman who struts up Manhattan’s Amsterdam Avenue every morning? And back again every evening? She’s been spotted in Midtown and in multiple places across New York City. She's been described as a fast-walking mature lady with unkempt curly blond hair, wearing ear-buds, belting out something that sounds like “sing my songs about you.” People have reported having to quickly leap out of the way as this woman is prone to sudden explosions of air-keyboard playing and dramatic conducting. Some have witnessed a full-on Napoleon Dynamite jazz-hands episode, arms jutting up and sweeping out in a dangerous arc over her head as her hips sass and sway. On very rare occasions, city-dwellers have witnessed her performing a shoulder-shimmy, skipping, and, well...
There are many songs that will remind me of a specific event or time in my life. However, there aren’t as many songs that I can say changed my life. Attaching the phrase “life changing” to a song is very bold in my opinion but when I think about which song deserves the title, the song “Whatever Lola Wants” comes to my mind.
I was at my show after a singing gig the other day and someone said that I looked just like David Bowie. They are wrong of course, the only thing I have in common with the late great David Bowie is being short haired, slim, and that I can sing. What that statement meant to me and what she actually saw was something far more meaningful than she could ever imagine. Bowie encapsulated masculine and feminine simultaneously, chaotically, and perfectly. He stood for every oddball in the school yard, everyone who thought they weren't actually meant to be on this planet, and everyone who believed so viciously in their art that they would constantly break the rules to do it. And if she saw one ounce of that in me, then I was already doing what the song that sparked my desire to live again told me to do.
I can remember the sound waves floating from our hi-fi stystem. This was in the 90's and I simply froze, transfixed at the difference in this ballad emitting from from the speakers. My mother must have felt the same reaction when she jumped stating "increase the volume... who is this?' She was captivated by the words; I was moved by the beat.
My Song is from my childhood “Pokemon Johto”, because it always brings me back in time when I was just a carefree person, never had to worry about anything, and the only thing I'd do is watch Pokemon and listen to the Opening theme.
I lay on my back on the grass, hugging my soccer ball to my stomach as if it were alive and could provide me the comfort I so desperately wanted. It had been a sunny day, with clear blue skies hosting the occasional fluffy cloud. Now late afternoon, the sun was beginning to lower, casting that brilliant golden glow over the day while the sky blazed bright blue above me. Laying there in that field, I should have been peacefully contented with the picturesque scene around me. But I was lonely and hurting; full of tumultuous emotions that wanted to burst from me, tearing me at my seams. Indeed, it felt like I was breaking, and that the world around me looked so at peace only served to deepen my pain.
Remembering. 2 weeks. Just two weeks to go…
A playlist with one song repeats in my earphones. The eerie melody and the heart grabbing story Rascal Flatts sung was my story being told with the kind of understanding that made me feel like I had a friend, a confidant….
I’ve told my story before on my mental health. It has been shaky at best at times and I have been through some dark times. I am not proud of what I did in those dark times now, but I live with those and I live with those feelings on a daily basis. It is not easy to deal with, but music has helped especially certain songs in particular.
As I transport through time, I am nine years old spinning around in the living room listening to my Michael Jackson VHS for the thousandth time, rewinding my favorite songs over and over again.
I don't remember the last time that I laughed, but here I was with my three best friends in the world, laughing harder than I ever have before. I was able to sneak a night away from my boyfriend, Zach, to spend the night with my friends. Zach and I have been together for a year, but I didn't stay with him out of love- I was scared to leave him.