Philip (philaros) wrote,

recovering ground

Saturday night during DJ Spooky's set, he dropped "Message in a Bottle" by the Police into the mix. He only played it through the first two verses and choruses and then extended the bridge as an outro, leaving out the final hopeful verse. It kind of broke my heart a little. However, it made me realize that I need to get in touch with my roots again, feel the ground beneath me. The Police is the very first band I fell in love with, just as I was becoming a teenager, and their music meant a lot to me all through high school, in the way that my slightly-younger friends fell for The Smiths. 

Back when Message In A Box: The Complete Recordings by The Police came out, I created cassette versions of the original albums from the CD set so that I could listen in my car or on my Walkman at work. I carefully chose which of their singles and b-sides to fill in the extra space on each cassette, and how to order them, either before or after the album itself. That gave me five albums plus an extra mix with the live tracks and leftover singles and b-sides, all on three cassettes. It was a labor of love, and I made sure to always have those cassettes available in the car or my carrying case. 

For years now my music collection has been growing, and since getting my iPod and then iTunes being released, I've shifted away from listening to whole albums to leaving my whole collection on shuffle song mode to take advantage of the variety. In the past few years I've added enough new music that I've been focusing on listening just to that in order to make it familiar. However, today (meaning Sunday) I re-created those custom Police album mixes as playlists in my iTunes library. I've been listening to each one straight through and singing along, and it's made me feel really good, and grounded or centered if you prefer. 

My high school 20th reunion is coming up in just under four weeks, the day after Thanksgiving. I've been looking forward to it for months, surprisingly eager to reconnect and catch up with old friends, a lot of which has been happening already on Facebook. A quick check on the definition of synchronicity suggests that it is particularly apt that this weekend I should've been reminded so strongly of my love for the Police and my need to get back to my roots and be grounded. I think I'm going to be listening to the music of The Police a lot over the next month.
Tags: me, memories, music

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