Every now and again when I should be writing or studying in my loft I treat myself to a few minutes of nostalgic tunes.
I have a box full of vinyl LPs , 7” singles (are you old enough to know what I am referring to)and a record player which gets dusted down every couple of months.
After getting through a very tough day yesterday I rewarded myself with one of these acts of indulgence. Just me, the turntable and my love of retro music.
The one thing I love most about listening to music from my youth is how it makes me relive those memories from just three minutes of a song. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish I was a teenager again – being young, naïve and making a few mistakes along the way. However, I do remember how I felt at certain points in my life by just hearing a record.
Last night I dug out all of my New Kids on the Block singles and albums and suddenly I was transported back to 1989/1990.
For a few minutes I visualised myself in my old bedroom looking up at the walls which were covered with posters of Donnie, Jordan and the rest of the gang. Myself and my best friend at the time who was also a massive New Kids fan would plan how we would save up enough to get a flight to Boston, Massachusetts and find our idols. Convinced that as soon as they met us they would immediately fall in love with the two fifteen year old British girls sporting bad perms, tracksuits and trainers I would spend hours daydreaming.
For those few minutes last night I recalled a time in my life when everything was simple. All I had to worry about was making sure I taped Top of The Pops on a Thursday night in case New Kids were on, did my homework on time and try not to lose my rag with my kid sisters.
No career to worry about, mortgage or mouths to feed. The rest of my life was just around the corner……
After three minutes I am brought back to earth by the sound of the crackles of the vinyl and I’m back in 2013. It’s time to get to bed soon as I have to be up for work in the morning.