Music

 

Well I guess I missed February. Really there was a lot. It was survival. Nothing earth shattering just lots of things that made a rather large hill.

This morning I was reading the NYT weekender article about pandemic playlists. 

I read THIS one and THIS one.

A couple lines that stuck out for me were, "I label my playlists by month and use them like a diary, to keep a record of a particular moment."

I think this hopped out at me because of my lifelong propensity to journal in one way or another, a written journal, a nature journal, blogging, instagram...the list goes on. And I do associate music with memories. But I've never been big on making playlists, I tend to listen to albums. Maybe a journal of albums.

Which brings me to the second quote, "I wonder what will become of our pandemic playlists years from now. Will we be inclined to revisit them?...Or will we leave them to history, fossils from a time we'd prefer to forget?"

Which made me think of earlier this week, I have found myself in the car a lot in this season of life. Practices and lessons, work and support...I have a lot of time in there. And I pulled up the second She & Him album on Spotify (yes I stuck with Spotify) because it has always reminded me of a simple time in my life. Four small kids, living with my dad after losing our house, beach days with homeschool friends, and driving along the coast to La Leche League meetings. But this time it was not simplicity and sunshine that shown though. It made me uneasy. My anxiety and sadness rising. My heart hurting. I was rather surprised. 

So back to that question, "Will we be inclined to revisit them?" I guess we will have to wait and find out. And them maybe wait some more and feel it again.