*blue balls not included.
You know that saying about smell being tied to memory? Boy, does music seemingly pull out some wonky emotions for me. I got a flash of horrific nostalgic memory upon listening to Boyz II Men’s Twenty (courtesy of Rdio) this afternoon. Seriously, I heard “I Shoulda Lied” and I wanted to go back in time and kick all my ex-boyfriends in the throat. Ew.
HSS brought me to the Boyz II Men concert when we were all “little.” I don’t remember the year — maybe I was 19 or 20. Well, we only went because of BABYFACE. Our song: “When Can I See You Again?” Why? Because it made sense that we started a relationship that can only be described as “incredibly long distanced when you’re in high school with no car.” And we wrote letters because e-mail didn’t exist then either. And holy shit, I’m old.
Side note: this was totally the last song Babyface played during that concert, and Tevin Campbell totally opened on that bill. HILARIOUS. And awesome.
Reversing time, this silly Mr. Big song reminds me of that time in 9th grade when I finally got some sense of “popularity” (and less picked-on loser-dom) because my junior high crush, Greg whats-his-name, danced with me at the dance. Or was it 8th grade? Regardless, HOW THE HELL DO YOU SLOW DANCE TO THIS SONG?
But you’ll sing along anyways because I know you know all the words…
And if you read this blog a lot since 2003, you know that I had a terrible dating history in my 20s. Which, obviously, brings about some moody music.
The Fiance played a lot of Sarah McLachlan and Dido during our first few months of dating (and then some, I suppose). And I loved that first Dido album. Now: RUINED. Hearing anything from either one — including our song “Thank You” — makes me want to stab eardrums and puke. Hey, it’s kinda Exorcist-like, which is a barrage of metaphors for ex-boyfriend bullshit.
I initially typed “baggage” which tells you something else.
Gah. *puke*
I cannot listen to Coldplay’s La Vida because I just downloaded the song at the height of my demise with 10SB. And as life certainly likes to fuck with me, I remember hearing it en route of him MOVING MY SHIT ACROSS TOWN… back to my self-inhabited condo. Dick. Hearing it makes me want to punch things. Including him, if I ever see him again.
Wow, how long can you hold onto anger? Answer: FOREVER.
In equally disturbing break-up premonitions, I was sincerely listening to a lot of Fiona Apple towards the end of my “relationship” with L. “Never is a Promise” is incredibly sad and somehow predicted exactly what I would be going through. And damn… hearing it now reminds me of that pain. But it could have been much worse: I could have ended up with a cheating baseball player who wasn’t mature enough to face his life choices. Or give me back my shit. Seven years later, and all I want is my fucking suede boots back.
AB & I have a song too, naturally. He picked it; he’s cute. Really, when it came to him, I never really thought about those silly relationship things anymore. Is that weird? No, it’s simple, is what it is (even if I didn’t make it easy for him to date me). Hence, this Gaelic Storm tune makes perfect sense, with our long courting period (of me turning him down) and especially because our anniversary falls on St. Patrick’s Day.
And, it makes me happy.
Enjoy this trip down musical memory lane? Do you have a song that defines your current relationship, as well as your formers ones?
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
