Monday, January 14, 2008

On Music, Memories, and A Life That Was

A few days ago I fired up my 4th generation click wheel iPod that I got in October of 2004. It’s still loaded, mostly, with music I was listening to at the time. I’ve been pretty awful at collecting music since then. Of course the music has moved with me from hard drive to hard drive, computer to computer, Windows XP to Ubuntu to XP to Vista and back, but at its core, the music library is still pretty much the same.

It is amazing to me how strongly music can bring up memories and evoke emotions of a time past. Back around the time I got my iPod I was pretty much a mess. I was recovering from being in a relationship that I should have identified as unhealthy, I was dealing with a lot of “I hate everyone” issues (more commonly known as “being emo”), and was generally struggling to find my place in the world.

The music I was listening to at that time was music I picked up from friends at the time- mostly the friends I went on roller coaster riding excursions with. Bands like Yellowcard, Something Corporate, Allister, Sugarcult were getting a lot of playtime. Hearing music from that time takes me back to things like a trip to California , a day at the Warped Tour, drives to a friends’ house in the country in the middle of winter, and getting airtime driving on the causeway leading to a local amusement park. Unfortunately, a lot of those memories I don’t want any more.

The people we spend our time with, like musical tastes, will change as we live our lives. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes for the worse. I’m in a much better place in my life than I was when I first loaded up the jPod (Yes, I named it “jPod”). I can’t help but miss some of those times. I haven’t had a coaster season as active and fun as the one I had in 2004. I don’t have as many friends, nor do I have somebody I can call my “best friend” outside of Laura. I don’t drive two hours in the middle of the night to play Dance Dance Revolution at a 24 hour bowling alley.

As strange as it may sound, I miss what I had then but am eternally thankful I don’t have it anymore.

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