As I do every morning, I read the news, then I check Facebook and then I read blogs. Often times, I hope I will read something, anything, to give me a creative spark. I know a lot of you think blogging is so easy. Just get up and write about whatever is on your mind. It kind of doesn’t work that way, because I am all but certain you do not want to know what is on my grocery list or the fact that Phoebe stinks, again, and needs a bath, again, or that I am still hoping the toilets will clean themselves. Not much blog fodder there, I’m afraid.
This morning was different. One of my bloggy buddies, Meg, is getting married in one month’s time. She listed for us the “must have” songs and the “do not play” songs that she prepared for the DJ. What is it about songs that spark memories in us? As I read through her list, all I could think about were the songs that were played at my wedding, which caused me to think about my children and how I have a specific song in my memory associated with each of them.
Because today is Friday, and no one is really working anyway, I am going to share those three songs with you.
The first is for the Marine, because he is the oldest and because he managed to get the DJ to play this song at our wedding, even though it was on the “do not play” list. How a 12 year old could bribe a DJ, I have no idea. He listened to it quite a lot that year. It won’t surprise you to know that the 6 year old Skater is the only one who danced to this song.
Next up we have The Girl, who flat out bugged the crap out of her brother, the Marine, with all her boy bands, dance bands and the singing that went along with them. The Skater didn’t mind so much, because he was still young and would sing whatever the Girl was singing. Those two often put on “concerts” for us, with Skater being one of her background dancers. Which totally brought to my mind Justin Timberlake on SNL as Beyoncé's back up dancer for “Single Ladies”. BAH!
On a road trip to Florida one year, the Girl played this cassette over and over on her walkman, singing the whole time. Loudly. This song was her favorite:
Now we have Skater, my baby. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like to be referred to as my baby these days, as he is now a 21 year old man. Whatever, dude, you’re still my baby and Momma loves you. He had, and still has, an uncanny memory for scenes in movies. He would watch a movie with Grandma while I was at work and then tell it back to me, verbatim, with sound effects and everything, when I got home. His favorite movie while staying with Grandma was Cinderella. His favorite characters were the mice. He used to sing this song to himself while he was in the bathtub from the time he was 3 years old until… well, maybe he still does...
I just read a science article that talks about the brain and a frontal cortex and how it stores familiar music to serve as a soundtrack for mental movies that play in your head. Memories. Not the song Memories, even though that’s a good song, but memories associated with a particular piece of music. If you are interested in the science part of it, you can read about it here.
It is interesting how music plays such an important role in our lives. We use it as an exclamation point for the more meaningful moments in our lives. A song mom would sing, a father-daughter dance, a first dance with our spouse, and memories of our children.
I like that.
But really, no chicken dance? Who has a wedding without the chicken dance?