Just got back from the Police concert! The Police. In Wellington! Just wild.
They say scent is the strongest tie to memory. While that may be true, music is also a very strong tie for me. Listening to them play all the familiar songs took me back to college when I first discovered their music. I was reminded of my Freshman year - full of promise and hope for the future. I remembered a boy named Todd, too, who made me a mixed tape (*sigh* I'm a cliche from the 80s!) at the end of my Freshman year/his Senior year. It was called "If..." and incorporated the song "Every Little Thing She Does". Oh, that was so very long ago, and yet the night we met up in the rain to walk out to the gorge and I stole his umbrella still pops in my head every time I hear that song.
Listening to the words, though, the song is much more fitting in my current relationship. I like that after all this time, and all the memories attached to that song, I can attach new memories...who knows? Maybe one day in the distant future I'll only remember hearing the song in the Wellington stadium on a clear summer night with my husband in our new country, at the start of a new year.
Looking all around us at the concert, I was amazed at the cultural and age diversity of the crowd. There were many people a generation ahead of us whooping it up and dancing the night away, shouting the choruses they knew by heart. Quite a few young kids (as in teenagers) were there too, who were perhaps drawn in by the opening act (Fergie & the Black Eyed Peas). Just ahead of us was a Polynesian family - the parents were rocking out and singing along to almost every song, while their (12ish?) daughter just stood there looking confused. =) It hit me, watching them, that music is universal. Sure, these days the internet connects us all over the world, and we can read the same stories and get to know people via blogs. But music is so personal and emotional. I wondered, too, what memories they had attached to the songs played that night, and how far back they started listening to the Police.
And I thought of all the outdoor and stadium concerts I had been to over the years, and it felt for a moment they were all connected and I was 19 or 20 again experiencing it all anew. The weather was perfect, the crowd pleasant and there was Sting! On stage across the world from where I first heard his music.
I also thought of my good friend Siw, who once had planned to go to a Sting concert with me back in 2000. We were living and working in Arizona, and were suddenly transferred to Minneapolis before the (weekday) concert. We sadly had to sell our tickets and never did get to see Sting in concert. Just so happens Siw's birthday was yesterday (happy birthday sweetie!)
Rock on -