Selectively Juggling

I literally have way too many favourite albums, to simply be able to decide on just one. I mean I literally have a catalogue of 1000’s of favourite songs in my mind. I have very eclectic tastes, with just a few musical aversions, such as dislike of heavy hard metal and depressing country twang. On the flip side I love most everything else. I can lose myself in several songs that I may play on repeat, but this changes.

I love 1980’s new wave romantic punk (UK variety not American) I love music from 1990’s garage bands and House music, right through to very contemporary musical genres. We are literally spoilt for choice. There’s been some massive artists and albums, and there’s been more obscure alternative bands that I just love.

Asking me to choose just one album is the equivalent of expecting me to walk into a monumental state-based library that’s heaving with 10’000’s of wonderfully diverse books, and expecting me to simply choose just one. Meanwhile my mind and senses are lost in a trance of remembering stories, smelling the scent of leather-bound books and old paper. While at the same time my eyes are drunk on the literal cornucopia of colours, designs and textures. I am also distracted by the sight of new shiny books that pique my curiosity.

So basically asking me to select just one favourite album is like sending my nervous system into overdrive. My mind does not compute and my brain scrambles to scan the musical archives of my heart and mind. Perhaps given that music has always punctuated my life’s experiences and stories, trying to identify and isolate just one is not possible. Why do I say that? Simply because each song that has made it into my heart is more than just music, it’s a musical representation of a moment, of an experience and emotion. The good, the bad and the ugly! Yet somehow they all morph into the musical score of my life.