It's Not Just Music

Maybe this is me rambling. I'm sorry.

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1. Chapter 1

Sometimes it’s nice to go back to the songs you listened to and forgot about.

 

When I get a new album, I tend to play it repeatedly in order to learn the lyrics. But then by the time I’ve perfected it word for word, I lose interest in the album. I then abandon it for months. I’ve done this with numerous All Time Low albums, a couple of Hedley ones and even my favourite album, Everything In Transit, at one point. It also happens ten times as often when they’re just singles.

 

But upon listening to them through that one time more, you remember that love you had for that album, what made you want it in the first place. My physical CD copies are beat up and the lyric booklets are so often thumbed through, as I’m always searching for more and more little names that I recognise and snippets of other songs hidden between the track listing. And once you’ve had that reminder, all the memories come flooding back. You know when you associate a song with a place, and a place with a person? That’s what happens.

 

Music’s great for memories. You won’t remember names, numbers or addresses, but I guarantee if a song reminds you of a certain moment, you’ll forever associate that memory when hearing that one song. Am I making sense, or am I rambling? I’m just trying to get my point across. Music equals memories, and memories equal remembrance. It’s not always good to dwell in the past, but this is an exception.

 

I hear certain songs and they remind me of my sister, or my mum, or my dad. Heck, I even have songs that remind me of my dog (Daisy by The Maine, and Sick Little Games by All Time Low. The first one’s for obvious reasons, considering my dog’s name is Daisy). When I hear a certain song played through the speakers of a shopping mall, I smile to myself and reminisce.

 

Going back to old songs is how I got into listening to Jack’s Mannequin. My sister and I share an iTunes account, and so whatever she had on her iPod, I had it on mine. She’d got a song called Dark Blue by Jack’s Mannequin. And we listened to it, and sung it together. But then, months later when I’d abandoned it, I came across it when shuffling my entire iTunes library, which is not something I do often. And at the time and all the way up until this day, it was the best song I’d heard. It just clicked, despite the fact it was the band’s most popular song.

 

For the next couple of months, I listened to their songs over and over on Youtube. Ones like The Resolution, Swim, The Mixed Tape, etc. The ‘famous’ ones, the showcase songs. And for Christmas, I’d asked for their first album Everything In Transit. I searched all the local HMV’s for it… until I found it when shopping with my friend. So I bought it and my mum paid, saying I could receive it on Christmas which was about a month away.

 

I loved that album, and I still do, in fact it’s my favourite album of all time. I actually dug out my old portable CD player, and I’d listen to the actual CD rather than an iTunes version. It was amazing; I’d fall asleep to Rescued and wake up to MFEO. So then, I asked for the other album (there was only one at the time) for my birthday. And when my birthday rolled around in June, I actually received not only The Glass Passenger, but Leaving Through The Window and North by Something Corporate, Andrew’s previous band before Jack’s. I also got a copy of the DVD Dear Jack, which I watched repeatedly.

Last October I got the last Jack’s album to complete my collection. It was called People and Things, and it had a sort of ‘finality’ to it. When listening, it was so much different from the sunny songs of Everything In Transit, from the triumphant tracks of The Glass Passenger. The songs seemed sad, seemed as though there was something wrong. Especially in Hostage and Release Me, there was that sense of being ‘trapped’. And that’s what happened this year, Jack’s Mannequin fell apart of sorts, the band deciding to no longer create music under that name.

 

I will never tire of listening to those albums, particularly Everything In Transit. In some ways those songs have ‘saved my life’, a story that I’m not going to go into now. I’m thankful for that. I’m thankful for a lot of music, and when I go back and listen to the albums I previously discarded, I really understand why I’m thankful.

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