Someone asked me recently to write a post for them about a song of my choice and the story or memory association that comes with it. I listen to a lot of music and the challenge of narrowing it to one finite track and putting into words the story that accompanies it has been incredibly difficult. Why I am complicating this for myself I am not sure, although I am pretty good at making almost anything complicated.
There are thousands of songs and thousands of stories that come with them. Not just stories either, they are snatches of colour and scents and the way the light was making long shadows across a wall, the taste of the wine in my throat. All these things come together for me in listening to music. My love of soul and blues comes from watching my Dad as little girl and his ability to lose himself in it. There's a lot of John Lee Hooker that brings immediately to mind the strong scent of wood and engine oil that Dad always carried about him.
And then there is the music I can't listen to anymore because it makes me go back to particular moments, music that makes me turn around and leave a room because I can't let that story unfold in my mind. This happened to me recently in a supermarket when over the fuzzy PA a song started to play that made me abandon my trolley right there in the midst of busy shoppers and walk out the door. Self-preservation.
So the search continues for something that I can share.
PS I thought I would share these photos with you of the hot air balloons we saw recently. I had to be dragged kicking and screaming to this event but was instantly smitten by the muted 1950's colours of the balloons.
Hope you have a gorgeous weekend, wherever you are. xx