I got a headache when I woke up this morning. I was so deep in my subconscious that the force of swishing back to consciousness too quickly gave my head a jolt. It is not the first time it’s happened. I think this is one of the reasons why I prefer to wake at a slow pace. I am a deep, deep, DEEP dreamer.
I’m off to the big city today so I set my alarm. When it went off this morning I thought of my friend Carol. “Don’t You Forget About Me” by Simple Minds was playing and in our heyday, that song played every four hours on local radio stations. Carol always wailed the volume and sort of sang along.
We had so much fun back then, so carefree, fabulous and witty. We ruled the world. This reminded me of one of my favourite tunes, “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” by Tears for Fears. I loved the power and newness of this band. They’re also from Bath my favourite city in England although Penzance and St. Ives are right at the top of that list.
St. Ives and Penzance are in Cornwall and I’m not quite sure Cornwall should be part of England. This palm treed part of the British Isles is unique with a strong ethereal quality and I feel it should be hailed as its own country. Pixies and faeries alike unite! Bath has some of that quality but the shadow of Rome provides it with its own special uniqueness. I looked around for Tears for Fears the second or third time I was in Bath but I didn’t find them. No matter, I bought their record albums just the same.
It never fails to amaze me how music sparks off so many memories. I just went back to hanging with my best pal and Cornwall in a matter of seconds. Key songs can take us back to that emotional state of mind we had when we started our relationship to a particular piece of music. A sad song can remind us and make us feel the pain of a breakup and we grieve again. Perhaps we feel that same anger or sense of betrayal or the pain of lost love. Eventually when we recall, we always come back to the love.
We may and usually do think about how far we’ve come since we first connected to that special song. How we now feel about certain others and ourselves from that time to this. I’m lucky as most of my musical memories walk me along happy trails. Even some of the sad memories fill my life with a new richness. No other art form has such power. As a painter, my paintings don’t bring such powerful feelings of recollection and time travel.
I still smile when I hear songs from my past, even the overplayed ones. I pause, sing along and recall.
Carol is still my best friend after all these years and while plenty of time has passed for us, our essence remains the same. I still love Bath and Tears for Fears and Carol still wails the volume for Simple Minds.
I spent one Easter Sunday at Bath Abbey.
Every voice was raised in song. It was magnificant.