“Don’t forget the songs…”
We have spent the last few days at John Henry’s, making sure we were ready for the gigs that are ahead of us!
These songs are songs I heard over and over again, of which I know the lyrics by heart, and that I can recognize with the first notes, whatever they are. They all have their stories, some complete and crystal clear, some to which only fragments remain. For some, I clearly remember the moments when I first heard them. For others, I remember the studio sessions we’ve had, discussions about the songs, reactions after a certain riff was found, difficulties the band members had to touch exactly what they wanted to convey the way they wanted to. I have a very particular relationship with each and every one of them, a love-hate relationship, they’ve been through ups and downs with me.
At times they are the reflection of my own self-inflicted miseries, describing better than I could ever have what I was feeling. At times they are the trigger to a profound let go. At times they are a source of joy, their melodies being enough to lift me up. At times I want to listen to them over and over again, to escape. At times they are my favorite songs and I could listen to them over and over again. But they all have something in common. The more I listen to them, the more I understand them. And the more I understand them, the more I understand myself. Some of these songs I heard back in 2006, 2007… Like “Midnight’s Crashing”. That’s one of the song I remember hearing for the very first time. I was still living at my parents’ at that time, going to university. And I received an email, it was hotmail back in the days, from Alex, with only a few words and an attached file. High speed wasn’t exactly what it is today, so it took me around 20 minutes to download the song, on that old desktop computer, the old beige one, on which the screens were as big as the computer themselves, and on which you could still use floppy disks. Those 20 minutes seemed to last forever. But the file was finally ready. I opened it using Winamp player, and listened to it one first time. Then a second time. And then a third. And over and over again until my mother called me for dinner. But I couldn’t care less about it at the moment. I was living an experience. The song has brought me into a different world, where the only thing that mattered was the song and myself. Nothing else around me existed. And today, as I listened to the band rehearse at John Henry’s studios, I felt exactly the same! The song is different. It has evolved a lot since I first heard it, as the band members grew, discovered new sides of what freedom was about, what letting go meant in different ways as well, both on and offstage. This is what amazes me the most with music. It changes as you change, it grows as you grow, but a song once meaningful is forever meaningful. And the more honest you are, the more meaningful it becomes with every time you listen to it, on cd or live…
“Don’t forget the songs that made you cry, and the songs that saved your lives”…
And I can say, without a doubt, that these songs have saved my life today, and that they will save my life once again, every night they will be played.
– Stephanie