Music and its associations


Whenever I hear The Cars' "Just What I Needed" I'm immediately transported to those many hot summer afternoons, sitting in our backyard overlooking the American River, hanging with high school friends. We'd put the speakers on the balcony and turn it up, not realizing that we were in essence building a soundtrack to our lives. Ironically, they still associate that song with the same thing I do.

Last night, we attended a benefit dinner for a program that was co-founded by my father, who by profession is an OB/GYN. Around 1996, seeing that many drug-addicted women were losing custody of their children at birth, and receiving no services for their addictions, he and several others started a home for the mothers, with counseling services to help them stay free from drugs, as well as helping them to reunify with their children, get work, and eventually move into their own homes as a family. They have since served over 1000 women, and have been asked to help start similar programs with other hospitals around the country. As they played a slideshow that helped to demonstrate what it is they do, the Pachelbel Canon in D played along. I couldn't help think about hearing that song for the first time in 1980, as the theme to the film "Ordinary People". At the time, I identified with the sad state of the characters and the tragic family in the film. And yet, last night, I realized that the music suddenly carried a new meaning for me, one of revelation and spiritual growth. As my father spoke to 400 attendees as this year's honoree, I kept hearing that song, and trying unsuccessfully to link his childhood as a poor, lonely Jewish kid in Detroit to this successful, revered doctor who has found his calling in working with the Sisters of Mercy to help the underprivileged to clear away the noise of abuse so that they too could live a fulfilling life. I could not put it together in my mind, but I suppose that's exactly how this particular composition has come to represent something entirely different now than it did years ago, in my own childhood. And I guess that's why last night, I came to realize that the depth of a person's life--in this case, my father's--is a process of endless discovery, with unforseeable treasures that emerge along the way.

Thanks for letting me share that thought. I'm curious to hear what pieces of your life are accompanied by these unforgettable musical memories?
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Showing 1 response by edesilva

The scary part about the whole thing is that you can't always choose which songs end up on the soundtrack. I've got some powerful memories associated with songs I'd frankly never listen to but for those memories.

On the other hand, whenever I hear CCR, I'm instantly transported back to the fun feeling of driving fast on summer nights with the windows down and the freedom that used to be summer vacation, but its more a generic feeling than a concrete moment. I've got some pretty specific memories associated with the 2nd side of Kate Bush's The Dreaming, but can't get into that on a "G" rated forum.

In this vein, there was a book titled Songbook a while back by Nick Hornby (who also wrote Hi-Fidelity, made into a movie starring John Cucsac (sp?)) that cataloged the relevance of certain songs in his life. Its not exactly the same thing, because it isn't just this-song-was-playing-when-I-kissed-my-first-girl, but its an interesting and easy read.

The thread also brought to mind a quote by one of The Doors (can't remember which one). I gather JM did something weird in the sense that all members of the band own equally in the song rights (odd in that in most bands the writer gets the sole rights to the song), which means the three remaining members have to sign off on any requests for use of the songs. This particular member was basically saying you will never hear a song by THe Doors in a commercial, because they don't want to dilute people's memories. He was relating how powerful it was to him to have people shake his hand and say "I'll never forget Light My Fire/Strange Days/whatever" because it was the song that way playing when I stepped off the transport plane in Vietnam/kissed my first girl/whatever. I think the dilution concept has some validity, myself.

Oh yeah, and a hearty Bronx cheer goes out to all those women in my prior life who managed to indelibly stamp bad memories on great albums that I can now never listen too again...