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About music and memories
I have been listening to music quite a bit lately. Few songs in particular caught my attention and sparked memories.
Music has always been very much like a soundtrack for me and my life. I always remember when I was reading Alexandre Dumas Sr.'s Three Musketeers and listening to Celine Dion's Let's Talk About Love (1997 was when I read it for the first time, I was fourteen). I still can listen to the album and remember exactly the bit I was reading at the time and vice versa. Music has always brought very strong associations in me and I kinda love it.
But sometimes it isn't as nice as I'd wanted it to be. There are two songs in particular, at least that I can think of right now (there must be more). I remember being in something like 7th grade and we were shown a video about drug use. I won't describe the particular bit that was shown at the moment, but it wasn't pretty. It was about satanism or something. *sigh* Of course they had to enhance the experience and add music. Namely Carmina Burana. I still can't listen to that song without associating it with drug use and that bit of the video. *shudder*
Also, when I was very little, I still don't know why, but for some inexplicable reason I was deathly afraid of the song Popcorn. You know, this one:
I really have no idea why, but I remember one instance when I heard the song come from the tv and running to my room and hiding in my bed beneath the plankets. I must've been something like four or five.
I still don't care for those two song very much even though I can appreciate them. I'm no longer afraid of Popcorn, it just never will be my favourite song (but I still think there's something sinister about it *shifty eyes*). And of course there are plenty of songs that I have positive associations with, more than that whole Celine Dion album, but it's usually the bad things that bring out the more violent reactions. Like hearing Carmina Burana today. It will always bring memories.
Whew! Glad to get that off my chest!
Music has always been very much like a soundtrack for me and my life. I always remember when I was reading Alexandre Dumas Sr.'s Three Musketeers and listening to Celine Dion's Let's Talk About Love (1997 was when I read it for the first time, I was fourteen). I still can listen to the album and remember exactly the bit I was reading at the time and vice versa. Music has always brought very strong associations in me and I kinda love it.
But sometimes it isn't as nice as I'd wanted it to be. There are two songs in particular, at least that I can think of right now (there must be more). I remember being in something like 7th grade and we were shown a video about drug use. I won't describe the particular bit that was shown at the moment, but it wasn't pretty. It was about satanism or something. *sigh* Of course they had to enhance the experience and add music. Namely Carmina Burana. I still can't listen to that song without associating it with drug use and that bit of the video. *shudder*
Also, when I was very little, I still don't know why, but for some inexplicable reason I was deathly afraid of the song Popcorn. You know, this one:
I really have no idea why, but I remember one instance when I heard the song come from the tv and running to my room and hiding in my bed beneath the plankets. I must've been something like four or five.
I still don't care for those two song very much even though I can appreciate them. I'm no longer afraid of Popcorn, it just never will be my favourite song (but I still think there's something sinister about it *shifty eyes*). And of course there are plenty of songs that I have positive associations with, more than that whole Celine Dion album, but it's usually the bad things that bring out the more violent reactions. Like hearing Carmina Burana today. It will always bring memories.
Whew! Glad to get that off my chest!