my life in music

You all know by now I'm a bit o/c, right? Well, my obsessions extend to music, as well. When my kids first introduced me to You Tube, I disappeared into my computer for several days.

When I found Incubus's Drive and Hemmorhage by Fuel, I played each of them continuously for over a week. Then I moved on to Tasmin Archer's Sleeping Satellite. And now, after a brief hiatus, my current perseveration is By My Side from Godspell, if you can believe it.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=XR3sfbvtwUs

I thought perhaps my reverie would extend to the movie as well, so I watched some clips. But nope ... I couldn't stay with it more than a couple seconds. The religious concepts are way too harsh and rigid for me. So it's not a religious reverence that is holding my attention. Although I do resonate with the concept of some sort of Loving Force that is bigger than our conscious minds can conceptualize.

But the songs! Oh, the songs. When I was a kid, my mom was very hip. (She still is! It was her who introduced me to the Flaming Lips a few years back.) We had lots of cool albums - Hair, Godspell, Santana, Saturday Night Fever. I remember those songs like nothing else. (And I can still sing the preamble of the Constitution thanks to Schoolhouse Rock.)

I loved that scene in High Fidelity when John Cusak's character was reorganizing his album collection autobiographically, so that he'd have to remember that he listened to such and such when he was breaking up with so and so, and that came before he bought The White Stripes or whatever.

It occurred to me that perhaps my musical obsessions tell a story, too. I will never forget that Sammy Hagar kept me company on my little red Panasonic tape player when I was in bed with a horrible sunburn on vacation in Southern California at age 16.

So maybe I'll start saving them in order, and someday I'll create a soundtrack of my life. I've never been a scrapbooking type, and only remember to take pictures when the presence of a birthday cake reminds me to get my camera. Music and fragrance seem to be the anchors of my memories. I might as well go with it. Maybe I can archive my past with scratch and sniff CD's ...