There is no question that music has power. It can heal, move and excite in a variety of ways. It lifts your spirits, charges you up, calms you down (Who just spent 6 hours in a car this past weekend listening to only classical music because that’s all The Fifth Element can handle? I did!) and music can stir up powerful memories. It has the power to bring back moments in time.
It can also bring back moments that are absolutely silly and ridiculous. Like the Humpty Dance. And Burger King bathrooms. Actually I used to take the ultra chunky and compact Comedian when she was just a few month old blog and make her dance to that song nightly on our counter tops. Babies. They are highly entertaining in that way, aren’t they?
Sitting in the car yesterday I heard Michael Jackson’s ‘Rock with You’ and all that I could think of was not his spangly silver-striped pants but of E and I dancing in MJ fashion at CVS. I worked there in high school and this song played at least once a shift. E would visit to quell my boredom and bouts of bad poetry writing that I would tape to the register. If this song was on. We were dancing. Me behind the register, wearing the red CVS smock dancing next to the Paul Mall’s and Salems. She in front probably attired in a Carpe Diem! t-shirt, shorts and tights.
I wanna have a party and re-create this video. Bad.
Then there are songs that remain a secret. H and I have our wedding song (dude! how old are we?!) but the other day he asked, “Do we have an actual song?” Um, Blue (earworm alert!)? That seemed to be playing all the freakin’ time when we were dating. No. I mentioned our wedding song. To me, that’s it. But he wanted more. Something that we had before the wedding. I finally confessed to my love for Brian McKnight’s ‘Back at One’. The ultra sappy melody that I used to belt out in my car daily and think of H. I just died a bit admitting this right now.
I am squirming from embarrassment as I type this post and think of this conversation. He yanked out his smartphone and pulled up the video on YouTube. Ugh. The lather pants. The turtleneck sweater. It was all he could talk about. That and McKnight swivel hips. I wanted to melt into the couch. I’ve told you before I don’t do emotions well.
What songs bring back squirming moments or the ridiculous for you? I am all ears.
