I’m going to admit something that I’ve not really admitted to publicly before. For about a Decade or so, up until recently, I completely fell out of love with music. Throughout my childhood, of constantly replaying every record I owned (I didn’t have many, and the ones I did have were replayed constantly), singing along to Cat Stevens, Queen and Billy Joel in the car, with my Parents, and with my Brother and Sisters, and a now-embarrassing brush with New Kids on the Block, because my older Cousin, Denise, who I idolised, was a fan, music was an integral part of my life. Even more so in my young adulthood, when music became my life. So, the fact that I almost entirely stopped listening to music, for a Decade of my life, is an odd thing indeed.

I’m not going to spend any time dissecting that here. I’ll save you, and myself, the maudlin’ introspection required to understand why I turned away, from what seemed such an integral part of my character, for so many years. It happened. I’m fine about it. In fact, I am inclined to looking at it more as having temporarily lost contact with a dear friend… And, that just like any friendship truly worth having, reconnection after a long time apart, collapses all of those intervening years, and you just pick right up where you left off.

That’s really what I am writing about here. Over the past few months, I’ve been surprising myself, with sudden urges to listen to certain bands and musicians again. One afternoon it was The Levellers. Another evening it was James Taylor. Voivod are back on my playlist, I’m happy to say. The Cure. Early R.E.M. And, yes, Cat Stevens, Queen and Billy Joel… But, no… I repeat fervently… NO New Kids on the Block.

One of the things that’s struck me as I rediscover music I once adored, and really never stopped adoring, is just how easy it is now, to hear whatever you feel like, whenever you want to. You don’t even seemingly need to “own” albums anymore, we can kind of “rent” them. I still have lots of CDs from back in the day, but the only time I’ve used them is in the car, because our car stereo doesn’t have bluetooth (I might as well be living in the stone age!). But, I can have an audio whim at any moment, and have it instantly met. It’s actually quite comforting.

I wonder though. Do people still engage with each other over a love of music, as I remember doing in my youth. Are there people getting excited to introduce each other to new acts, or even old acts their friends may not have heard yet?

It’s all right there online. And, so easy to access. I’d be surprised if anyone needed any help from friends to discover new, or old, music. Maybe I’m just feeling a bit nostalgic for the days of lovingly crafted mix-tapes, CDs burned for the one you loved, and the excitement of meeting up with a friend to share the new music you’d each discovered, during your time apart… Now that there is not really any such thing as “time apart”. Everyone is together always, and all the musics are there with us.

Maybe that’s even better than the past I am remembering. I’m sure it must be.

Whatever the case, I am happy to be listening to music again. It’s not every day. It’s still not that integral to my life. But, I feel like it could be once again. And, I’m glad all the music is still there waiting, to pick up where we left off, like old friends.

By, 00000042 on 2016-06-06 01:28:25.
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