Inspiration struck me when I saw this post come up on my Twitter feed.
The challenge is to write something about music; a song that represents you — that you could consider as your “intro music.” As it turns out, this is pretty easy to write about.
This post is dedicated to an old friend.
I grew up with an older brother who was heavily into heavy metal. Coming home for lunch meant I was listening to the likes of Iron Maiden, Motley Crue, Judas Priest, you get the drift. This was the early-mid 80’s. Glam rock was just starting, but new wave was well on its way and it was music that I really didn’t care for at the time. With an older brother constantly blasting rock and roll music, it’s not hard to see how I became a metal head.
Ah … the metalhead. I wish I had looked like that in high school. While most of my friends were listening to the likes of Madonna, Whitney Houston, and New Kids on the Block, I was deeply entrenched in the metal scene. Well, actually, that’s not true. By the time I was in high school I was listening to a lot of glam rock. Poison, Slaughterhouse, Ratt, you name it. I was known in high school as the metal head. Dance music and “pop” was not my style at all.
Eventually the glam scene died out and was replaced by the Seattle “grunge” scene. I was a huge fan of Nirvana and Pearl Jam for many years. The death of Kurt Cobain hit hard, so hard in fact, that I actually wrote a letter to the editor of Time Magazine (which was published) after his suicide.
I remember the later 90s being somewhat devoid of music for me. Shockingly, only one song sticks out – “Tubthumbing”. Don’t laugh!!! It was a big hit for me in 1997. I remember it so well because at the time I was living on my own with my then best friend and just starting to discover who I was. We were two girls on our own, going to school, living in the city. It was a great time.
The very-late 90’s was a major turning point in my taste for music. I was a graduate student in Physiology. A fellow grad student made me listen to something called “trance”. I told him repeatedly that I wasn’t into dance music. He persisted. I’m so glad he did. The album he put on for me was Paul Oakenfold‘s Tranceport 2 ( below is track 1 only).
I know this will sound cheesy and cliché, but my life changed that day. Music suddenly made sense to me again, the rhythm, the beat, the hook – it moved me, it spoke to me. It was a profound moment. I got goosebumps. I am forever grateful to my friend for introducing me to trance/electronic music. I still listen to it today. I am introducing my children to it as well. Walk into our house on any given Sunday and you just might find a little dance party going on.