There are often a few tell-tale signs when you meet the one as to why you belong together. Some are mushy (we just ‘connect’ on a spiritual level) some are lovely and romantic but I struggle to believe are entirely true (we have been together for 10 years and we still have deep and meaningful conversations until 5am… er sleep deprivation anyone?) and some are weird and wonderful (we both have a blood drinking fetish… okay, that’s just weird).
One of the big tell-tale signs that my husband and I belonged together was our great love for 80’s and 90’s music. When we were in our early twenties, while others were pumping some current, relevant and cool tune on their Pioneer sound systems, we were listening to ‘Teardrops’ by Womack and Womack or “Close to You” by Maxi Priest. To add to the Dag Factor, we even threw in the odd “Summer Rain” by Belinda Carlisle or “Never Gonna Give you Up” by Rick Astley.
We just, weirdly, connected over this music.
During our sleeping over dating phase, we even competed in the Kat and Zenon know your track music awards where he and I would either say (not sing) a verse from an old song or hum the tune to see if the other knew the song and the artist.
I mostly won. I was Queen Dag.
My great love of music still rings true as a busy Mamma of two today. I am constantly on iTunes either buying an old album or track and I even do dabble in the occasional current tune (its not all bad).
But gosh, when you listen to some older, classic tracks you wonder what the bloody fascination with the “Biebs” is today.
And I do love to Pump The Jam. So much so that when I was pregnant with my first child Sienna I had to google whether loud volume would affect her hearing. And after birthing two children with perfectly good hearing, I can often be seen in my Mamma Truck with its baby on board sign pumping “Dress you up in my love” by Madonna.
I owe a great part of this obsession for music to my Mum. I have fond memories of driving to the beach her latest cassette single blaring – Cathy Dennis or Haddaway being then favourites (both artists I could easily listen to now).
So now, I am she. I am the mother that drives around in her mobile nightclub with her girls dancing like crazies in the background and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Do you have an obsession or love for music or anything else that belongs in another era?