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The soundtrack of our lives...

I'm listening to my radio station from back home (as I do in the morning before either starting my work for the day or going to the gym). Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield just came on and I instantly blasted it (I know that makes me a geek, but I never claimed to be cool). Now that's a song I KNOW I wouldn't hear on BBC Radio One and that's why I keep coming back to this station. I hear this song and it makes me think of any number of things - dancing and singing into my hairbrush as a child, laughing with my first love as we admitted to each other we both loved it and singing along with my friends as it played at my favorite bar when I got older... It's a song that is just a part of my life's history and has to be played loud :-)
Music can invoke feelings that nothing else can. It can actually transport you back in time to a place that was long forgotten before you heard that song. It can give you happy memories that can actually make you laugh out loud or bring you to tears remembering something that was painful. What ever the case, music really is the soundtrack of our lives and that's why I listen to this station - it gives me the comfort of familiarity I don't get living in a foreign country.
Right now they are playing a song called 'One Thing' by Finger Eleven and again, I'm taken back in time to the months before making this move. I don't know what the song is really about, but to me it was about the risk I was taking moving here to England to be with Wayne. Some lyrics are 'If I traded it all, if I gave it all away for one thing - just for one thing - wouldn't that be something...' I'd hear the song, turn it all the way up and instantly tear up, overwhelmed with emotion - feeling scared, excited, happy and sad all at once. Listening to it now has made me tear up again just remembering how it felt.
I'm choosing this song as my song of the week because it has touched me in such a way and in the end, helped me stay strong and focused. If you've ever had to sacrifice anything to find happiness - this song will touch you too...
Listen to this week's song

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