I feel like I don’t have the deep connection with music that I had when I was in college or high school, especially in high school, when it was Everything and something with which we defined ourselves. Music was something important and tangible that I shared with friends (mixed tapes, handdrawn/collage covers, all that. The heart on our sleeves).
I got all my good tastes in music from friends. From the earliest: Simon & Garfunkel (my friend Rachel and I were obsessed and we were only in 7th grade); the girl music from Belly, Kristen Hersh, Throwing Muses, and the Breeders to Tori, Ani, Dar, and the Nields (yes I went through that phase), and finally onto the Pixies, Jeff Buckley, Elliott Smith, Pavement and many others in between. Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughn.
My boyfriend from high school and later college made me three mixes the time we were together, songs which I’ve listened to countless times. One of them broke from too much listening. Music in his car, music in our rooms, in concerts. I listen to Guided by Voices (no longer) and Elvis Costello (time to time) because of him. Especially Elvis Costello – I know all the songs on Girls girls girls by heart. My love for the Pixies was cemented.
In college, I also found Yo La Tengo (they performed in the college courtyard my sophomore year and I fell in love right there and then), Patsy Cline (good for broken hearts), the Van Pelt, Serge Gainsbourg, and many other bands. I spent a lot of time listening to music while writing papers.
Right now the house is always filled with “the Sound of Music” – the movie and the soundtrack – which my cousins are obsessed with. Plus I gave them the songbook for Christmas. It brings me back to my childhood love for the movie, but it’s a bit “always in my head” – bordering on annoying.
I forget what my point is. But I’m looking for music to love again. The last time a live performance really, really moved me was seeing Anthony of Anthony and the Johnsons sing at Prospect Park. It was two summers ago. It was totally unexpected, this man and his voice. He has this rare grace. His recorded music doesn’t do his voice justice. So if you can, go see him sing. I guarantee it, you will cry.