I don’t have favourite songs. In fact, I almost never listen to music. Music for me is synonym for noise. I have no rhythm, I cannot carry a tune and have no idea about intros or where to stop. Funny, when all of my relatives can sing like pros. Two of my sisters used to sing in a band. My father had an exceptional voice and can dance very well . My son belongs to a musical theater group and had been given the lead part more than once. I, on the other hand don’t have the talent. Sometimes I wish I have, but we cannot have it all, can we?
Being musically disastrous never stop me from singing whenever I feel like. But I am only interested in songs that bring back certain memories, the ones that can transport me directly to a place, with special someone as if it happened only yesterday or an hour before. Those are the songs that I listen to as well when the mood strikes me. Let me give you an example or two:
Here I am by Air Supply can put me back in a terrace in some far away country dancing whole night with a boy who was crying on my shoulder because I was about to take the plane back home the next morning.
Somewhere Down The Road by Barry manilow can transport me back to that special day when me and a fine example of tall, dark and handsome had lost our way around a flooded swamp and the sun was going down fast on the horizon; I was a little bit scared and he took both of my hands, looked me straight in the eyes and said: “Trust me, I can get us out of here.”
But these melodies have nothing to do with influencing, inspiring or having some significant sense in my life aside from silly romantic notions of long forgotten bygones. If we are going to talk about that kind of music, then it will be totally different story. Here are the three songs that have some special meaning to me and practically sum up my life in general:
- I’ve Never Been To Me by Charlene
- I Am A Rock by Simon and Garfunkel
- My Way by Ol’ Blue Eyes Mr. Frank Sinatra himself.
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