Song lyrics mix with illustrations in my high school sketchbook |
I grew up surrounded by music. In the kitchen, my mom cooked to country
music. Keeping the boot-stomping-beat
with her bare feet tapping against the tile, she listened (and often sang along
to) Randy Travis and The Judds, names that I learned from the CD covers next
to the stereo. I would sometimes quietly
say the vocalists’ names to myself, Wy-no-na, enjoying the exotic twang of the syllables.
At his picture framing store, my dad would listen to The
Gator, the local Florida classic rock station. He’d cut the mats to Van Morrison’s “Moondance”
and clean the glass to Canned Heat’s “On the Road Again.” The Beatles were also present, the double
disc White Album frequently in the car. My
sister told me that the first song that she learned all the words to was The
Beatles “When I’m 64” and would often suffer through my dad changing John
Lennon’s lyrics to “Everyone has something to hide except me and my Mento®”—a roll
of which would always be in the compartment between the seats.
My musical taste solidified my sophomore year in high
school when a long distant love interest sent me a tape of his playing guitar
and singing The Smashing Pumpkins’ “Disarm.”
My crush only lasted the semester but my relationship with Billy Corrigan
and alternative rock had only just begun.
Through the flannel-and-corduroy-filled halls of my high school and through
my brother—who took our shared love of these new bands to the next level by teaching
himself to play the guitar—I was familiar with the music of major bands such as Nirvana, Hole and
Red Hot Chili Peppers. I found my own
niche though within the genre and played obsessively the albums of groups such
as Veruca Salt and Belly. The metaphorical
lyrics seemed mysterious and poetic, and matched my yearning to leave Florida
to go to college in Boston.
Looking back, my senior year (1995/96) was filled with
musical highlights in the release of albums such as the much anticipated Smashing
Pumpkins’ double album, Mellon Collie & the Infinite Sadness and, (perhaps eagerly anticipated only to me) Belly’s
King.
In tribute, I spent the rainy afternoons in Mrs. Fazenbaker’s Statistics
class inscribing Smashing Pumpkins song lyrics on the rubber soles of my Converse
in blue ballpoint pen.
With my early acceptance letter arriving from Boston
University in November, it was these albums that formed my personal soundtrack
for my final time in Florida. The poignant
lyrics of “Tonight, Tonight” and “Shakedown 1979” captured that same yearning
that came with looking forward to leaving.
Belly’s “The Bees” expressed the sadness and complexity I felt around my
personal relationships in the light of the anticipated change.
In August, my family and I loaded up my Dad’s Chevy
Tahoe, transferring the pile of plastic bins, bedding, towels, bathroom
baskets, must-have-books, keep sakes, and a $29 file cabinet that I had insisted
on buying to put my writing in, from the living room to the car. As my dad and I set out on our drive up to
Boston, I put Belly’s King in the car
stereo where it took us on the first leg of our journey up 95.
Around the Florida-Georgia border my dad put in Crosby,Stills and Nash CSN and their harmonies
accompanied us most of the way to New England. A staple in my music collection,
it wouldn’t be until years later that I would appreciate the way that CSN, an album that I view as “my dad’s
music” and filled with songs such as “Carried Away” and “Just a Song Before I Go”
that are more poignant now than on that summer drive, can take me back to that long
trek up the east coast to begin a new phase of my life in Boston.
All of this is inspiration for the fourth Summer
Creativity Challenge: Summer Songs.
What songs formed the soundtracks to your summers past? When you listen to the songs, what memories
come to you? How did you discover the
music or band? What emotions does it
evoke?
With this as your touchpoint, write a short one page piece inspired by
the music of a memorable summer. It can
be memoir or a fictional interpretation.
Or, if you are musically inclined, you could be inspired to write a
song. From creating a new playlist to
digging out an old mix tape, record your impressions, inspirations, ideas, and
memories in your sketchbook and share here on The Paper Compass.
I have been listening to Ben Folds and OK Computer to jump start my work lately. You're right that music is a strong trigger of memory... I listened to those during the two years when I was most prolific. After years of creative frustration it was listening to music that is really getting me back in the right mindset.
ReplyDeleteI was experiencing something similar as I wrote this blog post and was thinking that I don't utilize music enough as a creative tool. So glad that you were able to tap back into your "flow"!
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