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Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears form the eyes of woman.


The most glorious thing happened this morning. I had a sleep in. In fact, I am still having a sleep in. It is 09.34 and I am tucked under my duvet, with spotify on and a crisp new book ready to be opened beside me. I have my spotify on a random station, and a song that I purposely have never saved came on and made me cry. When I say cry, I mean I properly sobbed. When the song finished I was fine. It got me thinking about music and the power it has over the human mind and if you are a believer in it, the human soul.

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A friend of mine once introduced me to an album that is rather symbolic of a particular time in his life and I thought it was a great thing to have. I may even have felt a bit jealous that I didn't have one. This mornings reaction to Katie Melua. Yes, you read that right, Katie Melua, got me thinking about music that causes a reaction in me and why that is. I have come up with some songs that conjure up memories of my life instantly. For some, it is association with people, others are lyrics (I love words), others are voices.

My sister.


There are many songs that I play on November 29th that remind me of Marguerite.
I rarely play this one. It was her favourite song. It hurts too much to listen to it, even now, ten years later. When it came on this morning, I immediately felt a tightening in my chest and it just took me back a decade. As tough as it feels, I rather enjoy having something that makes me feel so close to someone who was such a special part of my life for so long.




Her death


The song that always reminds me of her death is a song by an Irish singer called Paddy Casey. This song is about the words. It could have been written about me and my family. In my mind it refers to my parents, my brother, my sister and me:

Anyone can lose it all....
Anyone can make a mess...
Anyone can be a saint...
Anyone can be a star (my family repeatedly called me a star at the time... 'Oh Louise, you are a star'
Oh I wish we had more time....





2014


2014 was a rollercoaster year in the Life of Lu and despite being rather difficult in parts, was probably one of the best years of my life. I came out of it stronger, more independent, greyer and enthusiastic for the future. There are so many songs that play a huge part in that but the one that just symbolizes everything for me is this one. it is by no means the best song by the band but for me it is without a doubt my favourite. It suited the bad days and promised the great days. The memories it brings just make me smile. A big goofy one with that.





Moving to Scotland


When I first moved to Scotland, there was no TV in the flat so we used to watch the DVD of 'The Last Waltz' on repeat. I loved it, I still do. This song will always remind me of those first few months. They were the best of times, they were the worst of times...




Dan

There is one more that I will mention.
Well, actually he has two songs that will forever remind me of him.
My friend Dan passed away last August.
There are two songs that just make me smile and cry when I hear them because they have such great associations with him. The first was because it was like an ear worm for him. He would involuntarily dance to it and then get really grumpy about it. The second because he adored the scandal surrounding the sex noises.






It is great to have such a powerful trigger of emotion and memories.
Sometimes, songs just do the talking and the thinking for you.
Sometimes, they make you realise what it is in life you are looking for, how you want someone to make you feel,
Sometimes, they make you realise that you don't need anyone else, that you are great as you are,
And sometimes, just sometimes, they have the words of a poet, blanketed in the most beautiful melodies, and everything else doesn't even matter...



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