ABC: Music (2011) – F

Music is very important to me. I like to surround myself with music throughout the day: when I wake up; when I’m on the road; when I’m eating; when friends are visiting; when I feel sad; when I feel happy. No moment is truly experienced without a certain ‘soundtrack’ to accompany it.
I can get quite attached to a song which creates two distinguished consequences:

1- I find it very difficult to share, for I consider it my song. As soon as others start to play the song the love can extinguished quite easily. Only the very best survive this challenge.
2- The song will be played over and over again until it has completely integrated with a certain moment in time. So the next time I hear it again it will take me back to that specific moment.

I try to learn myself that ‘not sharing the music’ is relentlessly selfish and very much not the point of what music is about. Music is about sharing and bringing people together. So therefore I decided to make a tribute to all the music that is or has been important to me. Hopefully it will inspire others to share their own personal music alphabet and to explore the musical sights that were off their map before.

F: Flamingo (Fruit Bats)
Due to its extinguishing sound I liked Flamingo from the very first time I heard it. The song performed by The Fruit Bats has something special about it, reminding me of summers that have past away. Perhaps the best way to describe it is: nostalgia. But nostalgia in a good way.

It’s funny how the best music always seems to remind me of summer and never of spring autumn or winter, most likely because the summer has a different kind of energy and a different kind of time course. Summer and happiness could be synonyms for that matter. Songs that make me happy remind me of happy times – meaning; summer time. But once in a while a song has even a stronger connotation with summer evoking clear memories of summers of the past. Flamingo is one of these songs.

When I hear it I can clearly see the outline of my childhood street (I blame the opening line of the lyrics for this); flashes of how I used to cycle my bike to school in summer press through and I most vividly see the red colour of the road I cycled on for the second half of this journey (I’m quiet sure it isn’t as red in reality). Once a humblebee flew into the sleeve of my t-shirt while cycling this red road; I don’t think that as a child I’ve ever panicked as much as I did then. Thinking about it now I can not suppress a laugh, but back then I was on the verge of crying. It’s remarkable how a nostalgic memory can change your perspective on an event.
(I apologize for the intro conversation in the link: it’s not on the track –even though they claim differently)


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