Remember when you were lost, paralysed by life with no direction and just switched off? One of those days when you’re in the long grass staring at the sky watching clouds? You could hear the sounds of distant lives in your periphery, kids in a playground, a train somewhere, a couple arguing and then as if on cue, through someone’s open window you hear a song. Not any song though – it’s a song that appears to fit the moment as though they chose that song for you – that song now represents a moment in your life – forever.
They say music is the soundtrack of your life. Is that true for everyone or was I radicalised? My earliest memory? Plonked in front of a telly to watch Billy Fury sing Halfway to Paradise, “So near, yet so far away.” I was three-years -old. I appeared in the world in 1957- my sisters were eleven and nineteen – my early years were bombarded with Elvis, Eddie Cochran, leather jackets and motorbikes by the time I was fourteen I had assumed the role.
The first girl to tell me she loved me? I was sixteen – Del Shannon’s ‘Runaway’ played five times at that party – I never saw her again. “I’m a walkin’ in the rain
Tears are fallin’ and I feel a pain” Every desperate thing that has happened to me and I always seem to turn to The Eagles ‘Desparado’ “And freedom, oh freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone” But when all else fails? there’s always the fields, the clouds and a memory of a song that once saved you 🙂