Moody Music

I have written and re-written this blog post multiple times these last 7 days. Don’t even get me started about the frustration and procrastination that has come with it. I have had a very eventful week, but even my time dedicated to writing has seemed to get me nowhere. So, seeming I still require a thought-provoking topic, I am going to endeavour to write about something which I am passionate about.

Music.

Music is something I have always been consistently obsessive about. I was brought up in a family where it was a common event to listen to music on road trips or to jam out to classic rock around the house. Even right up until the day I left home, music was such a common thing I would often be woken up the sounds of my Dad playing Santana at max volume at the other end of the house – yes, quite often it annoyed me and he knew it, but it was something I quickly got over because it’s moments like that, that I love my smart-ass of a Dad for. Being brought up with the music my parents listened to, when they were younger, surely helped widen my music taste; I have immense appreciation for true talent, and a good record.

There’s something overly powerful about music and how it changes my mood. For example, Punching in a Dream – The Naked and the Famous is playing right now, and just from the first few seconds of the intro, it has taken me back to the days of when it first came out – me dancing around my room absolutely loving every melody and beat that the song produced. Thus, right now it’s causing my brain to release dopamine, a feel-good chemical which is currently dancingly frolicking around my brain; a happy Paige.

Music can affect me in two ways, through its hypnotic beat like The Naked and Famous, or it can be through the haunting lyrics. Even though I’m struggling without having my stereo (my brother better be treating him nicely) to listen to loud music and dance to, I still spend a majority of my days enjoying my somewhat forgotten favourites lingering on my iPod Classic through my well-loved earphones, or my almost decent laptop speakers.

Within my beautiful iPod library, I have a carefully chosen playlist labelled, unoriginally, ‘favourites’ – every time I “fall in love” with a song, it will find itself selected and nicely placed with the rest of my lovers. I know I’m not the only one, but I love how music can perfectly describe your thoughts and feelings with words you didn’t even know could be ordered so perfectly. Or if the songs aren’t enhancing you’re mood, they remind you of a situation. Confused? Allow me to explain myself.  Just like almost every band in my collection, I am a fairly big Paramore supporter. They released a song called Ain’t It Fun on their latest album, which got dumped into my favourite’s folder almost instantaneously (now is your chance, if you haven’t heard it, to pause your reading and click the link here to know what I’m talking about à https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFEmTsfFL5A). Straight away this song makes me beyond happy, I don’t know whether it reminds me of freedom, or my solo move to England, but it really sparks a smile inside and out. For anyone who has recently graduated high school, moved out of home or has begun an adventure somewhere unknown, this is perchance the song you can relate to the most. Yes, life is scary, especially when “you’re not the big fish in the pond no more, you are what they’re feeding on”. Being suddenly alone in this world without the homely comforts can make you want to give up, but you have to remember that life is so unbelievably exciting. You just have to make the most of every second; so when you’re feeling lost or confused, remember the words of the wise, and know that it’s “fun living in the real world”.

It’s amazing how music can bring you back to a place or a memory. I love how I can listen to a song and immediately remember the road trip I took with my best friend, my high school graduation, even a family holiday from my pre-teens. I feel like Ain’t It Fun will be my trigger for the memories I am making right now, here in London. There’s something empowering about being so alone. I’m not even sure alone is the right word, I think the word is more independent. Whatever it is, it’s the most amazing feeling, and I now know that it is “easy to ignore a trouble when you’re living in a bubble”. So maybe we should all try pop that comfort zone bubble and try live out the true definition of adventure, remembering that it will have its troubles and issues, but remember in more detail that it’s mostly beauty.

I don’t think I could ever explain what music truly means to me, nor how much I love the way my iPod is basically a memory bank. Every time I listen to my iPod, I end up taking a nostalgic journey, shuffling back through the last 19 years of my wonderful, crazy, beautiful life. And you know what?

I wouldn’t change a second of it.

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