Monday Music

My good friend the Taoist Biker regularly writes Monday Music posts, and this week’s one got me thinking. (Sorry, TB, I have never worked out the hyperlinky thing here, maybe you can explain it to me, ha ha- folks, head over to http://taoistbiker.wordpress.com and give him some love!)

SO- I am going to start doing a Monday Music post. Initially, I’ll post about bits of music which remind me of something. After I run out of those- we’ll see! 😀

I am one of those people for whom music can sometimes make me think of a very specific moment or place, so I thought it might be fun to post some of those pieces of music and tell you what they remind me of. It’s going to be very random, and I am not going to apologise for it! 😀 Also, some of these might be a little bit sentimental!

So, here goes!

Tori Amos- Icicle


When I was 18, half way through my A-Levels, (for those of you in the States, they are the exams you do which dictate whether or not you get into university, and how well you do dictates which one you get into- I think you have SAT’s but am not sure) I got glandular fever. It was massively unpleasant. Actually, I would definitely wish it on my worst enemy (as long as they reeeeaaally pissed me off) because it’s not life threatening, just horrible.

As soon as my exams were over, I found myself in bed with what I thought was the worst flu of my life. I couldn’t eat or drink, anything I tried came straight back up. My temperature was SO high. I started to hallucinate, and the hallucinations were hideous- the only way I can describe it is like lines of electricity coming together in my bedroom, and then turning into figures who would then hack each other to bits in front of my eyes. I don’t have any clue where my (admittedly very unwell) subconscious got it from at all, but I was very weak and it made me very upset. If I closed my eyes, the images I saw were even worse.

The “flu” got better after about three weeks, by which point I weighed around six stone (86lb). I still wasn’t feeling great, and about two weeks later got a revolting sore throat. When I went to see my GP, she took one look at my throat and was nearly sick. Once she recovered, she said weakly “I think you have glandular fever” and sent me for some tests, which confirmed it.

By this point, my whole summer was ruined (yes- the break between school and uni where you’re SUPPOSED to let your hair down and barely be sober the whole two months) and my exam results were about to be announced.

My whole summer, I had been looking forward to a planned camping trip to Connemara in Co. Galway with my best friend and her boyfriend- Jo and Jim. I was SO disappointed that I might not be able to go, and begged the dr to be allowed. Thankfully, she reckoned I was over the worst of it, and agreed I could go on my trip.

We camped wild on Glassilaun beach in Connemara.

It must be one of the most beautiful and wild places in Europe, if not the whole world. You’re miles from nowhere, and although the weather can be indescribably awful, we were pretty lucky. If you looked the other way, you’d see beautiful mountains, but I can’t find a decent picture. Because it’s on the west coast, when the sun sets, the mountains turn red, and it’s something you have to see to believe. Mesmerising.

Jo and Jim also invited- ahem, a guy called Andy, who I got on pretty well with as it turned out…we hit it off really well and friendship became something more on that trip. Jo hates me matchmaking, but she was SO BADLY at it herself on that trip!! 😀

Anyhow, Tori Amos’ album “Under The Pink” became something of a soundtrack to that holiday. The song “Icicle”, with its slightly melancholic piano, was totally perfect with the incredible scenery. Every time we were driving and it came on, we’d all fall silent because it was so utterly in keeping with our surroundings.


I forgot totally about the fact I was meant to be ill, and had the most incredible holiday. The place healed me. It was the middle of August, we were far from anywhere, and at night, the shooting stars were out in force because earth goes through the Perseids at that time, so there are a lot more than usual.

That song always brings me back there, in fact I can see the mountains and smell the heather when I hear it.

And, for the record- Andy was a loser, and I know the song is about wanking. I don’t care, I still love it.


6 Responses to “Monday Music”

  1. 1 Skry
    September 22, 2008 at 10:27 pm

    That was a great story. I was thinking about Ireland and the great countryside and was trying to imagine myself there. The last line of your entry kinda caught me by surprise!

    I was just thinking that, with 8GB mp3 players and other such gadgets that allow you to bring more albums than HMV sells, people will probably struggle to have a song that reminds them of a holiday any more. Chances are, if you hear the same song more than once, you’ll be all “Not this song again!” and skip it out 😛

    You could be right!! You and me have walked together on that beach though…you must remember how it is… 🙂

  2. September 23, 2008 at 4:05 am

    I am still hung up on the “wanking” thing…I’m just sayin’!

    LOL!!!! 😀

  3. 3 Jo
    September 23, 2008 at 8:17 am

    Aw Suzy – what a great holiday that was. Even the day we had to walk miles to the shop across a bog in the rain while waiting for the sign of Jim in his Dad’s red Ford coming to pick us up. Do you remember that?? I also remember driving back to Belfast in that same car and being followed by a helicopter the whole way!

    Those stars were incredible and like nothing I’ve ever seen since. And Tori Amos was the perfect background music.

    Now for your next installment I’d like one on The Works by Queen – particularly the song Hammer To Fall and the scene is my bedroom. That’s going back a long way! 😉

    I remember the bog walk, if I remember correctly, tempers got a little frayed when we reached a large (impassable) ditch and realised we’d walked for miles for nothing and would have to go back…I’d forgotten about the helicopter!!! 😀

    If I do one on Hammer To Fall…I’d also have to do Debbie Harry- French Kissing in the USA- do you REALLY want to go down that road?!!!!! 😛

  4. September 23, 2008 at 2:15 pm

    Woohoo, I’m starting a trend!

    Hadn’t heard the song before (that I know of) and it’s pretty cool, so thanks for sharing!

    I love the description of the memory and how the song fits in. That’s the most fun about my Monday Musics – when I have the inspiration to go into that level, that is.

    And the last two sentences totally slay me. La la la, beautiful story…oh yeah, he was a loser and this is about wanking, I don’t care. 😀

    I have more stories, which might be even sillier…. 😀

  5. September 25, 2008 at 2:18 am

    Glassilaun beach…I remember: a dog, Ian attempting to juggle with fire and someone making castles out of their mashed potatoes…

    Ian should not play with fire. Especially after about 15 beers…

    I still can’t hear the song “Castles in the Sky” without thinking of Emer and laughing! 😀

  6. 6 Jo
    September 25, 2008 at 11:02 am

    Lol! Ok maybe that’s best kept between us – just like the beach in Donegal 😉

    The beach will always be our secret, my beloved!!! 😛

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