Most of the songs and albums I possess have a story attached to them. You know the ones—my first love (Nadia’s Theme by Roger Williams), my first kiss (Sometimes When We Touch by Dan Hill)—those kinds of stories. Although I don’t remember why on earth I have I Touch Myself by Divinyls, I’m quite proud to show off my AC/DC collection including my prized Girls Got Rhythm. How’s that for going from sappy to randy in two sentences?
Growing up, the big song I had playing on my record player was Gonna Fly Now by Bill Conti. Everyone I knew was into the jogging thing, and there wasn’t a time I didn’t see someone running in the streets looking like Rocky. Pretty weird, if you ask me. Really though, I think I’ve heard the Rocky album well over five hundred times. I had purchased it in vinyl, which I still have, tape, CD and now it rests safely in my iPod as part of a mix of kick-in-the-pants power songs. I told my wife, if I ever fall off a cliff, she could bury me with my Rocky album. I’m sure where I’m going they’ll have record players.
I drifted for a while out of high school and listened to such hits as Juke Box Hero by Foreigner, Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen, and Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. Those songs played on the radio during those cold, frosty nights in January when I’d grab a snack at Tim Horton’s. They reflected my life going from one job to another supporting a dream of one day becoming a rock star. Well we all know how that turned out. I have yet to receive a call to judge American Idol.
After a long absence from school, I enrolled in college. By this time, I was a bit older, a bit wiser and hadn’t lost myself in deviant behavior to warrant counseling by a Catholic priest. I had also purchased a Sony Walkman to keep me entertained between classes during study hall. I had tapes of Led Zeppelin to keep me out of trouble. Songs such as Good Times Bad Times, Whole Lotta Love, Gallows Pole, Over the Hills and Far Away, Kashmir, and Stairway to Heaven went well with my studies on the intricacies of system analysis and design.
Once I got married, I’d mellowed out some. My wife and I enjoyed old movies on a Saturday night, so I went for crooners like Bobby Darin, Sammy Davis Jr. and Frank Sinatra, devouring everything they had made. I have Dean Martin’s Best of album I used to play in the car on my way to work. I must have raised a few eyebrows at traffic lights. While teenagers had the Spice Girls blaring in their cars, I was singing at the top of my lungs to the chorus of That’s Amore.
I was so weird.
As time went on, my love for the oldies afforded me to purchase musicals such as South Pacific, which led to my current love of movie scores. The second of which (I already had Rocky) had to be Raiders of the Lost Ark. Had to be, because it was one of the first movies I saw in glorious THX where the sound of punches were like bombs. Who can deny me the Raiders March? Tada rump dum, tada rump…
I now have a list of favorite composers who I listen to during the day. I call these composers power composers because their music has that quality to excite a person to achieve great things. Here they are: Marco Beltrami, Steve Jablonsky, Hans Zimmer, of course, Klaus Badelt, John Powell and John Williams. I tell ya, whenever I hear their music, it makes me feel like a superhero crashing through a brick wall.
What’s on your iPod? Do you remember where you were when a certain song played on the radio in a coffee shop?