Warning: this one is probably gonna get personal and heavy (or “hebby” as my nephew says.)

Last week I started thinking about all the ways music has shaped my life and decided to put it into writing. Like a love letter to the thing that has done some much for me. See the beginning of that exploration here and away we go with part 2…

Another of most vivid musical memories from a few years back is a bittersweet one to reflect on. One of the most important relationships in my life started with the mutual love of a really cheesy song. I’m not saying I wouldn’t have fallen without it, but it sure didn’t hurt to sit inches from someone as he explained the terribly tragic romantic meaning of a song I was already infatuated with. Embarrassingly I can’t even listen to “Hey There Delilah” by The Plain White T’s anymore. *shakes head* Feel free to judge me.

There goes my street cred.

Another heart-string ripping example of music playing out my life like a surreal soundtrack is the song “Cath” by Death Cab for Cutie. I heard it for the first time while I was in the process of getting divorced. That’s probably all I need to say if you’ve heard the song. If not, grab a hanky or seven and enjoy:

While these might not be the happiest of memories to share, they are truthful. I’ll never forget the moments I fell in and out of love and exactly how they felt. Riding the excitement of that highest of highs and feeling the crush of utter despair in that low. I have to wonder if either would be such a vivid picture in my mind without the song that was playing as those moments happened. Needless to say the latter was a shattering experience. But the music kept playing, it was a constant in the chaos, and sometimes it was the one thing I could rely on, when I could rely on very little else.

More on that later…

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