13 April 2012
Maybe for those of us without a home to point to, nomads, we use music.
It anchors us the way a home town would. I had my first kiss here, dad took us there, school afternoons, we had a party there, I remember walking many times this way home when I was…I met my better half at that cafe, our spot was on the right just as you come over the hill.
Maybe nomads treasure music because we can’t visit these places of life-monuments. Instead we say this song was playing when…., I remember he sang these words, I listened to this album during…because it helped me with…
We can carry music anywhere. We can store it away like normal people can store shoeboxes with their lives in. We can run into old songs like you can run into people or places from your old life.
My home town is called Music. It can hold all the memories and all the emotions just like your home town does.
Maybe I do have a home town, I just never realised it.
A Different Kind of Home • Opuss № I