The day the Music died…

Ok, so I’m probably being slightly melodramatic with my title, but that’s how I feel right now. I’m distraught! On a side note, when I say ‘distraught’, every time, without fail, I think of Moaning Myrtle from Harry Potter. Which by the way, there are apparently no GIFs for; you fail world.

Any who, on with my story. Last Thursday I was off playing ‘roadie’ for my boyfriends cover band. This basically just means I’m a pack horse – but an awesome one at that. I lift heavy equipment out of the car, haul it into the venue and then continue to impress people with my ability to put a drum kit together, or at least to assist in putting a drum kit together. I digress. I had my handbag in the car, which was no big deal because I had all of it’s important contents with me. I had however, put my ipod in my bag before leaving the house and at some point, I remember it falling out of my bag on the drive to the gig venue. It was no big deal, I knew it was on the floor around my feet and I was just too damn lazy to pick it up.

This was the last time I saw my ipod. I don’t know if I accidentally kicked it out of the car when I got out, but it vanished from the floor. Everything else remained in tact and untouched, but my ipod vanished. It is completely possible that I kicked it out of the car without noticing. I don’t believe anyone had access to the car and would intentionally steal a hot pink ipod with One Direction and Glee songs. If someone did intentionally steal it, then they are laughing their asses off at my ridiculous collection of music.

That there is the reason I am so distraught about losing my ipod. My boyfriend offered to give me his, my sister suggested I just use my iphone and upload my music to that, but this is all beside the point. I know I can sit here and upload songs to my iphone, it’s really no big deal. But for me, my ipods (because I’ve had a few of them over the years) have been like diaries to me. They possess some of the most ridiculous songs known to man kind, they have contained happy songs, sad songs, dance songs, rock songs, songs I listened to when I questioned life, songs I listened to when I loved life; there were songs for when I caught up with friends; there were songs for when I broke up with ex-boyfriends; there were songs from Contiki tours (for anyone who has had a “Wake-Up Song", “Party Song” and “Day Song”, you’ll know how attached to those songs you can get) and so on an so forth. An ipod (or any music storing device) can contain a world of music that you don’t let anyone see, because it can feel like your own private collection that only you understand.

I would rather people go through my phone or my emails than go through my ipod. That’s how deeply I feel about my music collection. Music for me has always had a very strong role in my life. There are times where a song will come on the radio and it’s exactly the song I need to hear at that exact moment. Music is just way too powerful for me. My ipods have always had that control, they have all the songs I have ever needed within them.

The problem is, I don’t back up my songs on itunes, I usually have a new computer before I have a new ipod, so my music collections get the old heave—ho when the computer goes, so every time I’ve needed a new ipod, I’ve pretty much had to start from scratch.

I’ve had 3 ipods in my lifetime. The first two gave me the black screen of death and could never be revived, but this 3rd ipod is the first one that I’ve actually LOST. It doesn’t make it any easier but it certainly is frustrating.

I guess the one good thing is, if someone did pick it up, they can have a good old laugh at the shiteous music I had in there, but at the back of my mind, if they did pick it up – they might as well have seen me naked – even though I didn’t write, record or produce the music that’s on there, they are still years of confessions or truths that were stored away where I could hear them and now they are gone.

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I guess the positive out of all of this is now I get to rebuild my library. So Blog-o-sphere, What Music should I have have in my Music Library?

Day Two: Six-Word Memoirs

Hello, Hello! Well it’s day two of the 15 day challenge and todays prompt is all about writing memoirs, short ones, 6 words to be exact. I didn’t know how I was going to do mine, I mean 6 words is really hard to work with! But then I saw Suze at Suze Blog at I really liked the way she set hers out. She came up with milestones or eras within her life and used them as a starting point to create the 6 word memoir. So because I think it’s such a great idea, I’m going to follow her lead and go with a similar method.

Childhood: Daydream Believing: adventure and magical hideaways.

Teenager: Pain, Anger and Truth with Lies.

20Something: Learning from the past; moving forward.

 

To go one step further, I’m going to explain my choice of words and why I feel they describe those decades in my life. First and foremost, the fun that was my child hood! I was a bit of a dreaming when I was younger, I was the type that believed in magical beings, fairies and other such things. I use to believe the characters in my books were real and there was a world of adventure I was missing out on. When I was living in New Zealand, our area use to flood a lot and I thought that I could be like Christopher Robin (but a girl) and turn an umbrella upside down and sit in it like a boat and it would take me away to some place amazing (clearly didn’t understand the concept of what floats and what sinks!) But my point is, I was one of those creepy kids that live in some imaginative world in their head because that’s just how they are.

As a teenager, I wasn’t exactly the poster child for perfection. I was really angry, I was sad, I was a jumble of emotions and while I realise it was my teen years and I’m not the only one to experience hardship in my life, I’m just well aware that all that pent up frustration I had and the animosity I had toward my parents and my family was part of the reason I made bad choices and basically led a life of self-destruction. I wasn’t a terrible teenager but I did make bad choices and if I could go back again and do it all over again OR if I could go back and tell my 15 year old self what she’s doing wrong, I would make it abundantly clear that I’m stronger than the choices I make, I don’t need to be impressing anyone else or fighting for the attention of my parents, I just need to find my own courage and make the choices I know are right.

 

And clearly my 20something memoir is fairly self-explanatory. I’m smarter these days and I’ve made plenty of mistakes in the past that I know what I need to learn and what I need to change in order to shape the future I want. The past is the past and there isn’t anything I can do about it to change it, I made my mistakes and whether or not the choices I made back then were right or wrong, I can’t change them; all I can do is look to the future and realise that the mistakes of my past are what gave my strength in the present.