24 September 2008
Nostalgia for the musical past
Once upon a time.....
My dating history (what little there is of it, since I met DH when I was 19) is filled with musicians. DH is not a musician, although he was a band geek. No harm there, all of my friends were band geeks, and I was nuts about choir. Music has always been a central part of my life.
In high school, I dated a guy who introduced me to BritPop, specifically new-wavey sort of stuff, Squeeze in particular. He gave me a tape that he had dubbed of Squeeze's Play album, and I played it over and over and over in the tape player of my first car, a two-seater. I loved that car, and there are a few bits of music that remind me of being 17, driving like a maniac down the highway in my cute white sports car, sun roof open, long hair blowing all over the place, music blasting at top volume. Mostly the bad pop of the day, (En Vouge, I'm looking at you!) but a few gems like Prince's I Wanna Melt With You, Modern English, Tori Amos's Take To the Sky, and this Squeeze tape.
Because the tape he gave me was one he'd taped from the original album on a dual tape deck, the sound was pretty crappy, and I had no idea what the name of the album was, or what most of the songs were. I mean, you can usually guess with pop songs by the chorus of the song, but not always. There were two songs in particular, Crying In My Sleep and Wicked and Cruel that I really liked.
Teh interweb is great for being able to vomit up the title of a song, the name of the album, and the artist's name from a few poorly remembered lyrics. (Sorry for that imagery.) iTunes is great for tracking down old stuff too, and I've written before about finding The Stone Roses on iTunes from the same process....type the lyrics into Google, hit enter, and within the first few hits from the search engine is the information you're looking for.
I knew that the old tape that the old boyfriend gave me was by Squeeze. I no longer have the tape, much like my entire Janet Jackson catalog, it has disappeared into the sands of time. I found two other Squeeze tracks I liked on iTunes, Black Coffee In Bed and Tempted, but there was no locating Crying In My Sleep. Maybe I didn't remember the name of the song correctly. So I searched. I HAD remembered it right, it just wasn't out there on iTunes.
I've run into that a time or two before, but been able to locate the music I wanted digitally through begging friends to search their collections. But with one or two exceptions, most of my online friends had never heard of Squeeze.
Amazon it was, then, et voila there was an import copy of the Play album, new, never played, from an import CD store. Woooot!
I have not purchased a CD for years. Years and years and years, probably around 8 or maybe even 10 years.
So when it came (finally! how on earth is it that something takes 10 days to get from California to Ohio?) I promptly popped it into the computer, uploaded it to iTunes, and spent the rest of the day playing the disc over and over.
One of the kind of fun things about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or my particular manifestation of it, anyway, is that I can listen to something over and over and not necessarily get bored with it. I can re-read novels, or watch a particular movie, and not have it be super annoying. Music in particular, though, I get particularly OCD about and have been known to put one song on repeat for an entire day.
It doesn't annoy me. But it does annoy most of the rest of the world, and I know that, so I try to not inflict that obsession, the obsessively repetitive listening, upon others.
I have long since stopped trying to analyze this behavior. Why do I listen to something repetitively? I don't know. I just roll with it until the urge passes; I'm perfectly happy usually with the music just in the background. It doesn't interfere with my ability to concentrate on other things, or rule my life.
But it does make me wonder.....on a scale of one to insane, where, exactly, am I?