I can’t really explain why, but music has always affected me on a very deep level. As far back as I can remember, I’ve had music in my life. Some of my earliest memories are of me hovering over my Uncle Nick’s old record player and begging him to play “that record” again and again. “That record” was the 45 of Elton John’s Rocket Man. He couldn’t play that song enough for me. To this day, I use music to decompress after a difficult day. I associate people with songs and just hearing a specific tune can flood thoughts of that person into my mind.
I suppose everyone has some sort of emotional attachment to music in one way or another. My attachment is deep and plays a huge part in my life.
A good example of this was a few weeks ago, I was in a cab listening to alive recording of Elton John from 1979. The song was Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. It was a rainy Tuesday evening and the streets were empty. As the cab moved slowly across Sullivan Street in the West Village I looked out the window and listened to a young, vigorous Elton John bellow out that beautiful song.
I thought of my Uncle Nick who died about 12 years ago. I thought of his old record player and “that record”. I got emotional and teared up some as the cab crossed onto Houston Street and headed uptown towards my apartment. Thoughts of him flooded my mind the whole way home.