Lost & Found

While moving some things from my apartment today, I found my old Ipod.  It is a biggin', with a lovely silicone New York Yankees cover. [Oh, that's right.] I had left it with my roomie Michele when I chose to sublet my room a couple of months ago to come to Somerville.  I had forgotten how important those three-thousand-some-odd songs were to me, and was totally overjoyed to have gotten them back.  

I turned it on, and the last song that I had been listening to was Let Go, by Frou Frou.  So good.  I cranked it in the car and didn't feel awkward yelling along with Imogen Heap.

I started thinking about how healing music is.  I mean, I can remember countless occasions in which I was instantly calmed by the perfect song.  When I have an important or very scary Gastro appointment/ procedure and I know I need to man up, I turn to Muse.  If I am feeling down, Kate Nash is my go to.  If I need to mooove-- Rusko.  Illustrating?  Billie Holiday Pandora.  Finding mental clarity through music is such an amazing thing, but listening to music that you had years ago is quite incredible.  That hit me when I realized that I hadn't used that Ipod in pretty much that long. Looking back at who you used to be through what once listened to can tell you heaps about yourself and how you've grown.  

What did you listen to in 2008??

There was plennnty of N*E*R*D on my Top 25 played.  No, not the New England Reptile Distributors.  Sadly.  But I do love me some Pharrell.