This week I’m getting back on track with finding my old self. I could still feel the tips of her fingers with only one child to care for, now there are two and she’s sinking; engulfed under laundry, uni assignments and the demands of others.
So where do I find my former self? The one whose feet stuck to pub carpets, drank beer in the sun and could sniff out a CBD sale in a 7 KM radius on her lunch break. The one who listened to entire albums on her commute into work, read weekend papers from cover to cover and jogged along beaches.
She laughed a lot more and sometimes I feel like I’ll never see her again but this week I’m luring her out of obscurity through the power of music.
Jack takes me back to lazy days in the sun and concerts in the Music Bowl. This was perfection then and it still is now.
A European holiday in 2000 where I spent most of the time pining for Mr.Savage. I cried on planes, I cried on buses, I cried on trains and Mr.Savage still doesn’t know that Green Eyes was actually written about him. This was Coldplay at their best, not their Yoko Ono Gwyneth worst.
Can you remember your feet sticking to the carpet, being burnt by a stray cigarette or a pot of beer costing you $2 dollars? My grandmother bought me this when I was seventeen. I loved this album so hard but it makes my husband’s ears bleed so I save it for alone time when I want to travel back to the Melbourne music scene in 1992. My mother calls this “armchair travel” at the aged care facility where she works and I quite like the sound of that.
Have you lost touch with your old self? Do you have any special albums that take you back to a particular point in time?
