I love those moments… When a piece of music fills you with so much glee that it just fizzes through your blood and crackles out your fingertips… You’re singing along at the top of your voice, your smile’s cracking your head wide open and if you weren’t in your car you’d be bouncing around like a jack-in-the-box on E.
Sometimes, you just scream at the top of your lungs ‘cos the feeling gets too much to keep inside. It’s the purest moment of no-strings-attached joy I know of. Music does this to me, often, always unexpectedly. It’s my happy place.
So what’s the lofty melody and stanzas of lyrical genius that got me going this time?
Erm… Nope, it wasn’t a full-on Hendrix experience, the ripping guitar riff of some rock god… It wasn’t the angsty-yet-beautiful Damien Rice or the preppy Vampire Weekend… It was – wait for it, wait for it (and insert gratuitous drumroll here) – Belinda Carlisle! Yes! Specifically, (We want) the same thing. It’s true… A cheesy ‘80s lovesong so familiar that it’s practically cult got me dreaming about picking up a guitar and my legwarmers again. (They’re pink, and they’re in the same drawer as my Tinkerbell pyjamas.)
But somehow, I can’t feel ashamed about this lapse into cringe territory. In fact, I’m thinking it should be mandatory to rock out to Belinda at least once a week. So let me start your happy moment right now: simply click here… Come on, click it… You know you want to!
Tags: Belinda Carlisle, Damien Rice, Jimi Hendrix, Music, Vampire Weekend