music memories

You know when you hear a song it brings back memories? Memories of a time or place or of a person, well what else are memories made of… To the point then. When I hear Eric Clapton my father springs almost instantaneously to mind. Memories of hearing that music in his workshop or just around the house. I remember the smell of potatoes cooking in a small kitchen, myself and my sister are running around doing who knows what. I remember 50 watt lighting and the shades drawn. In my mind its always just before dinner and we’re making the last preparations before eating; my sis and I are setting the table, I’m still grumbling about having to peel the potatoes again and my father is finishing up at the stove. Music is an amazing conduit for emotion-memory. A certain sound will remind you of a feeling and a person attached to it, it makes you angry or sad, makes you happy or nostalgic; some music is just air, stuff that has no attached emotion, no point of reference no shared experience between you and the writer, just blah. I get a lot of my musical tastes from growing up, what my friends listened to, what my folks listened to… Music has to have a feeling, it can’t just be empty time fillers.
so in conclusion fuck elevator music and thanks pops.

It just is

3 days of travelling: taxi ride to plane ride to hotel, to hotel bar. Bus ride to missed flight to second string plane, extra seat, to Brief destination. Hugs and hellos to family. Car ride to final, one week, stop. So here I am at home for the holiday minus one wallet (left in the hotel) and surrounded by the family I grew up with. Ah christmas. The holiday has been a bust for the last couple of years, this year is not too different. I have begun to loose that mystical twinkle of christmas, the glam and mystery are not there, there is no magic in the season. I look forward to seeing family and spending time with loved ones but at the same time I look forward to the day that I go nowhere for the season, stay home; people come to me if they want to see me. I have a feeling though that I will always be the one to be travelling. I’m always travelling. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, just feeling a little tired. Its the life I lead though. It just is.