“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?” Nick Hornby High Fidelity
I did one of those Facebook challenge thingos earlier in the year where you name 10 albums in 10 days that still get a run on your playlist. This was been a fun trip down musical memory lane and made me appreciate even more the role that music plays in my life. It can commiserate with you, perk you up, psych you up and be endlessly cathartic. Music to go up with and come down to.
No one’s ever accused me of having a good voice or good taste in music but that hasn’t stopped me from singing pretty much non stop as I go from alarm (I put in work, and watch my status escalate) to shower (Turn around and drop it for a player) to car (I was happy in a haze of a drunken hour) to work (Open-Shut them) to the gym (My big, fat ass got all them boys hooked) to home again. My musical taste hasn’t really progressed from my childhood singing-into-a-hairbrush days of Kylie and my teenager-in-the-90’s listening to R and B and Triple J’s hottest 100.
There’s an amazingly freeing feeling like comes from singing and an especially uplifting one that comes from singing in a group. I’m not a religious person but I did love singing hymns en masse in school assemblies and my heart did feel lifted during this and the call and response sections. (The Lord be with you. And also with you. Lift up your hearts. We lift them to the Lord. Let us give thanks to the Lord our God. It is right to give our thanks and praise).
Post school, this feeling has been invoked in drunken sing-alongs, karaoke bars and the occasional hippy dippy full moon chant night. I’m considering joining one of those community choirs to continue reaping the benefits of a group sing-along. Like increased oxytocin and serotonin and dopamine and all the good chemicals I once sought out in synthetic form.
Do you love to sing? What are you faves to listen to?
Love and light and la-la-la! Xxx Yvette
- Alarm song: Work by Gang Starr, “I put in work, and watch my status escalate”.
- Shower song: That’s what I like by Bruno Mars, “Turn around and drop it for a player”.
- Car Song: Heaven knows I’m miserable now by The Smiths, “I was happy in a haze of a drunken hour”.
- Work Song: Open-Shut them by Emma Wiggle or Play School for the purists.
- Gym Song: Finesse (Remix) by Bruno Mars featuring Cardi B “My big, fat ass got all them boys hooked”.