Soundtrack Life

I was raised with rather eclectic music influence in my youth, with memories of the Beach Boys and Abba, then when I discovered my parents LP’s I discovered a shocking variety from Black Sabbath, The Bee Gees, The Beatles, Don Williams, to classical music. Then growing up doing dancing and singing and doing theatre, I was exposed to so much more. I love music, if I can sing along with it, dance to it or choreograph a dance to it, it’s good music. If it makes me cry or reminisce with a smile, it is good music. I often feel like my life would make far more sense if I had a constant running soundtrack, that way I would understand what was happening, perhaps predict what was going to happen, and maybe i would understand humans better if they just sang, instead of having to listen to the non-stop drivel that pours from their empty brains out of their mouths.

In watching series or movies, if a particular piece of music or a song really meets with me, my mind will literally cut out the sense of sight and I will just hear the music, this often means having to re-watch certain parts of the episode or movie.

I wake up with songs in my head. My subconscious sending me messages I presume. I fall asleep with my earphones on and all through the day, any chance that I get I have music playing, sometimes through earphones and sometimes just in my head.

There are songs I cannot listen to because the grief associated with it, just bursts out of me as though I hadn’t been through it before. And some music I can replay over and over again because it makes me feel so good.

The last two days I have woken up with surprising songs wandering around in my head. Both from childhood, the one being of the excessive country and western influence my father had on me, and yes I do enjoy good ol’ fashioned country. Songs that tell a story. The second being a band I discovered amongst my parent LP’s that I played endlessly, both songs I remember perfectly word for word and I think they’re the words I have been struggling to say, haven’t said….  



About Christie Marie Ginja Kruger

Orenda (huron)The power of human will to change the world. Set up as an opposing force to fate or destiny. If powerful forces beyond your control are trying to force a particular outcomes, orenda is a kind of vocalised summoning of personal strength to change this. A giant child, trying to find my purpose, without losing sight of all things beautiful. View all posts by Christie Marie Ginja Kruger

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