I grew up in a non-musical family, no that’s not quite true. What I mean is that no one played an instrument… or the drums. However, I did grow up in a house that was almost always filled with music. My mom played lots of Elvis… like, lots of it! My brother played what I thought was the cheesiest music ever, 80s pop but the worst was my sister! She was probably the first person in Africa to buy a CD from New Kids on the Block and yes I admit it, I know the lyrics to most of the Backstreet Boys. As you can see I need not take any responsibility for the cheap taste I have in music now.
I have so many memories of times at home, journeys to friends, holidays and parties that are instantly triggered by the songs that were playing at that time. To this day if I hear Joyride by Roxette, I can see my brother pulling up in his Alfa and calling for all his mates to come for a spin… It’s like I can time travel to that moment in an instant. Music has this incredible ability to switch things on in our brains and especially, if you will, our hearts.