Another bit of a ramble.
Anyone who enjoys music will always remember and associate music
with events in their life, people, relationships, good times, bad times etc.
Even the most uplifting of songs can pull you down when it’s
associated with a painful time. This of course works the other way; there are
heart-breaking songs that you can listen to without feeling anything.
The list goes on.
I tend to listen to a large amount of music including most
genres but, like a lot of people, I am very mood orientated in terms of what I
listen to and when. For instance I could be constantly listening to a few
different bands for weeks, then go off them and skip past them for months or
even years before I feel like listening to them again. A couple of examples include Sam’s Town by The Killers; an album that I’ll always love yet I don’t think I’ve
listened to a single song off for over two years, and Black Holes & Revelations by Muse; an album (their last great album might I add) from around the
same period but again I haven’t listened to for a long time. (New York State of Mind I’ve already gone
into in another post).
I can’t listen to the
same music all of the time, which is probably why I struggle choosing
favourites. I think the same probably applies to other forms of media,
including blogging…
Anyway, moving on.
October.
Anyone who lives (not suffers!) with diabetes may have a
similar story to tell, so I’ll make it quick.
It was getting colder, it was darkening, getting out of bed
in a morning was gradually getting more difficult, and winter was approaching. (Oh
and the whiskey was making a regular appearance). I’d started to feel like I
wasn't getting enough sleep. I’d manage to get through the day alright but then
stay wide awake all night with an unquenchable thirst. I’d finish bottles of Lucozade in no time and was drinking water in crazy amounts, often followed by
many visits to the toilet. I was generally feeling overly-tired, and thought
that more energy drinks and sugary foods would help though it was actually making
it worse. After a couple of weeks I found myself leaving food and not being as
hungry as I usually was, whilst still drinking ridiculously and feeling ever
more tired. My parents came back from a break away and worryingly stated that I’d
lost weight and I ‘looked like I’d been on drugs’. My boss at work also
commented that I ‘looked like shit’ (they’re all really sensitive you know) so
I was sent home early. Another few days passed before I decided to go to the
hospital and get myself checked out. Everything after that I've probably
already mentioned.
Anyway the point of this little tale is the music. Whilst
all this was happening, a couple of well awaited new albums were released. The 2nd Law by Muse, and Battle Born by The Killers
(I mentioned these two bands earlier to point out how I hadn't listened to them
in a fair while).
What should have been a good few weeks of over enjoying and
analysing of two great bands’ latest efforts ended up being a fortnight full of
fatigue and a great struggle for concentration. The reason I wrote this is
because I recently decided to listen to some of the most recent albums of some
of the artists I like. When these two appeared I had a genuine overwhelming
feeling of melancholy (my favourite mood of course…) and a strange nostalgia.
How they mix is beyond me. They are both good albums, it’s just that they will
always remind me of an ill time and an ill person. So in the end I don’t think
I really enjoy listening to them both, though not through a lack of trying!
In case you aren't familiar with songs from the albums, here’s
a few links to some of the more interesting songs:
(This one really does make me feel somewhat
awful)
'Panic Station' also by Muse.
(Pretty upbeat song, not too bad, track 3
on their last few albums always seems to stand out)
A bit nostalgic this one for some reason.
I'm sorry if this seems like a bit of a plug for music but I don't care, it's what matters to me. Maybe my next post will have a bit more of coherent theme!
Loui
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