Pink Heart Society regular, Joss Wood, is musing upon the importance of music...
Friday fun, Ali said and I really didn’t know what I was going to write about for today’s blog. When I was watching The Voice tonight—huge, huge, beeeg fan!!—and I thought, that’s it, music! Before I go any further, I would like to categorically state that I adore The Voice because it’s the one talent show where it’s more important to have an amazing voice than to be one of life’s beautiful people.
The fact that I think that Adam Levine is clothes-shedding-ly gorgeous and that I could watch him all night is co-incidental.
I always write with music playing in the background; it could be Mozart, country and eighties tunes, sometimes all three, but there’s always something there. Music is a source of inspiration for me, a line might inspire a thought or a motivation is clarified.
So here is a musical journey through my life.
My parents weren’t particularly musical and I don’t remember much music being played in our home but the first song I remember hearing is Tie a Yellow Ribbon by Tony Orlando. 1973! I was three! Puff the Magic Dragon was another song I remember from my childhood and I think I drove my parents bats singing it.
On that note you should know that I can’t sing; no, seriously, I’m not exaggerating. I cannot sing…apparently I can sing Happy Birthday because that’s I how I made it into the school choir, to be asked to leave half way through our first practice. But I do sing, much to my kids’ embarrassment. This is me.
Onto the eighties…this was the height of apartheid in SA so there were the brilliant anti-apartheid songs that we adored. Eddy Grant’s Give Me Hope Joanna, Johnny Clegg and Savuka’s Asimbonanga and Paul Simon’s Homeless with Ladysmith Black Mambazo (who come from my town by the way!) are a couple that come to mind.
Other songs from the eighties still bring back memories for me; I remember slow dancing with my first love to Wham’s Careless Whisper, singing in the school bus on the way back from a hockey or tennis match to Queen’s I Want To Break Free and bawling my eyes out to Roxette’s It Must Have Been Love when above mentioned boyfriend broke my heart.
The nineties…skip that decade. Were there any good songs from the nineties? I can’t remember any off the top of my head. Today? Mmm, my son provides me with most of my music these days and he has fairly good taste. Owl City, The Killers, One Republic, The Script are all favourites. I like Meghan Trainor for the positive messages she is putting out there Dear Future Husband and Ed Sheeran is brilliant - Lego House is my daughter’s and her best friends' favourite song at the moment.
There is some amazing South African music; try the Parlotones Push Me To The Floor, Beatenberg’s Rafael or Mafikizolo’s Ndihamba Nawe (love, love, love that song!) Or if you want something totally off the wall try Die Antwoord.
But really, when it comes down to it, I’m a writer and I look for stories or songs that resonate with me. I love songs that tell a story…really tell a story and I find those mostly in country music. Examples of these songs are Tim McGraw’s Live Like You Were Dying, Garth Brookes The Thunder Rolls and Sugarland’s Shine The Light.
Wow, I could do this all day but I should, actually, do some work.
So, I leave you with one more video, the tribute video to Paul Walker by Wiz Khalifa ft Charlie Puth…See You Again. So sweet, so sad.
What music defines your life? And do you have specific music that you write to? Join us in the comments!
Joss's latest book, One Night, Two Consequences, is available now at Mills and Boon and everywhere else in July:
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