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.
H: Haiti (Arcade Fire)
Arcade Fire was for a very long time an example of a band whose name would buzz around in my surroundings but nothing more than that. I knew the bands name, I knew that there were a lot of people ecstatic about them, I knew it had to be something great, but I didn’t knew a single song of the band, nor what they looked like, nor where they came from, nor what they were all about. It seemed like it would be that way forever…
But then, one rainy day in June, a certain picture changed everything. I came across it during an exhibition of photographer Anton Corbijn (a beautiful example of the art quality of pop culture I mentioned at G) and amongst all the black and white pictures scattered across the numerous walls there was this picture that caught my eye. Seven figures all dressed in white walked down a windy hill towards the wavy sea. The wind in their hair, their bodies balancing on the hillside. It was absorbingly beautiful.
I noticed the little plastic sign attached to the wall below the photo. It told me that the seven figures were the band members of Arcade Fire; a band name that nestled itself into my brain like a parasite to never leave again.
Once home I looked the band up and it didn’t took me long to fall head over heels for Haiti. A lot of words could be wasted on it but I have only one to say: