You ever listen to a song and it instantly transports you back to the place you were when you heard it for the first time?
“Frankie” used to blare out of the radio my mum would listen to in the mornings when I was a small child. “Do you remember me?” the female singer would ask him, and I never really found out whether Frankie was worth her attentions.
The Bangles, Eternal Flame. That’s the first song I remember making up dances to at primary school with my best friend, Jatinder. Entire routines crafted carefully in the Summer Field out the back of those little huts we called classrooms.
The Rolling Stones remind me of my Dad, and the concert I went to at Wembley when I was just 16 years old. I didn’t expect to like it, I mean, it’s old man music, right? But by the end of the concert I was up on my chair dancing like a crazy girl while my Ol’ Pops did exactly the same thing right next to me.
The Spice Girls bring memories of playing out ‘the front’ of my childhood home, with the children from down the street. Starting imaginary bands and hiding under umbrellas in our garden when it rained because we’re just not ready to go home yet.
Toni Braxton’s “Unbreak my heart” reminds me of my first School Dance, where a boy squeezed my bum and kissed me on the lips. I thought I was in love, but he and his girlfriend got back together and I was left in the dust. I remember writing my diary with all my teenage angst… “Now I know what becomes of the broken hearted, they sit around and wait to die.”
The Beetles brings back a picture of the two geeky guys in School who would each share an earbud as they lunched, nodding their head along to Yellow Submarine and flicking pea’s at each other across the table.
And Plumb, “In my arms.” Every time I hear that, I think of my daughter, and I hope she knows she’ll always be safe with me.
I’m sure there’s more I’ve missed, but being the emotional wreck I often am, my memories have clouded not only my brain but also my eyes. Ask me about the Karaoke song I sang the night I found out I was pregnant, or what the first dance for my Wedding that never happened should have been. Talk to me about the indie bands of the 90’s and early 2000’s, and the songs I went clubbing to back when I could still party without my knees creaking. Spend a while in my songs, and maybe… they might sing you home, too.
Make it a beautiful day, Spoonies. You’re worth it.