it's all coming back to me now
If you're a regular here at Blood, Guts, and Melodies, you probably already know that music holds a dear, dear place in my heart (see "Melodies"). Sometimes, music is held a bit too dear, as lyrics and certain tunes hold a higher meaning for my life than anything else ought to. But, I suppose THAT is the beauty of music: a piece of art that can be interpreted to your own life. This week, the Collective shared music that they have experienced within their own lives. And, being a music lover myself with a Friday off from work (because I felt like it, don't judge me!), I present to you five (plus some) of the most memorable songs of my childhood. Have fun on your visit back to to 90s!
Mariah Carey: One Sweet Day
It may be appropriate for MC to be on this list with all the press she's been getting lately with her new album and the whole thing about her having more Number 1s than freaking Elvis. But, my childhood would have been positively incomplete had Mariah Carey not sung Without You. I have these crazy memories of singing with Gayle, Kaylee, and Annie to Hero and Always Be My Baby. But, this one has to top them all.
(Bonus: Hero. And because it reminded me of these: I Swear and I'll Make Love to You)
Alanis Morissette: You Learn
Back when I was a Girl Scout (shut up), my troop headed up to Prescott for Girl Scout Camp for a weekend in cabins. We packed ourselves in the back of Stephanie's mom's van for the short ride, make tacos and s'mores, and spend the night listening to Ashley Wood tell us scary stories. But, one of the most memorable parts of this weekend was the cassette tape that Stephanie slipped into the van's player- Alanis Morissette's Jagged Little Pill. I remember this because I kept singing "little bird," instead of "you learn." Thankfully, times have changed and I actually know the words to most of her songs- and I've seen her live. My first concert was her ten year acoustic anniversary tour of Jagged Little Pill and she remains to be one of my all-time favorite artists to this day. But, I suppose that's typical of me, as her forte is angry chick music.
(Bonus: My Humps-seriously click that link!!! Thank U, Head Over Feet, and Everything)
Backstreet Boys: As Long As You Love Me & I Want it That Way
I'm cheating on this one. But, I'm allowed to, because, hello! My blog! I don't know if I've been honest enough with you, internets. As a child of the 90s, I was not in fact inflicted with the disease known as Boybanditis. N*SYNC, 98 Degrees, and whoever else (except for maybe Hanson briefly before the cute boy I had a crush on laughed at me for liking them) were all but lost on me. Sure, I knew their songs, but in my eyes, there was but ONE Boy Band. THE Boy Band. THE Backstreet Boys. To this day, I will still squeal when I hear them on the radio. I bought my first BSB CD my first year at NAU Summer Music Camp. I owned posters. I was actually in love with Kevin Richardson. I even knew the obscure guy's name who know one knew (Howie, in case you were curious). While my love for them diminished when high school hit, I'm pretty sure I cried when I found out that they broke up. So, because both songs represent completely different times in my life (Elementary School and Middle School), I present to you two of my favorite BSB songs.
Because I can't embed them (sadface): As Long As You Love Me and I Want it That Way. And while you're at it, you know want to listen to Everybody (am I sexual?) and Shape of My Heart.
Matchbox Twenty: Real World
Prepare yourselves. Around the time when VH1 was playing Matchbox Twenty single every five minutes, I suddenly became cooler (!!!). Yourself or Someone Like You became my link into 90s alternative, my back up when someone wanted to know my favorite band (because I couldn't admit that Celine Dion still held a very special place in my heart). Sure, they were cooler than what I typically listened to, and that camel brings back many memories of sitting in Stephanie's living room as we watched Natalie Imbruglia's Torn and Sarah McLachlan's Aidia on top ten countdowns. But, they also ended up being that band that defines my preteen years. I know every word to every song. And I probably understand them a little better at this point in my life. Dear Rob, Can you stay with the band, please? Love, Lindsay.
(Bonus: Push, Long Day)
Celine Dion: The Power of the Dream
In 1996, I was on a competitive year-round swim team. That year just happened to also be the Atlanta Olympics and the first time I fell in love with Celine Dion. Annie had her Falling Into You album, I loved Beauty and the Beast, and I was more than familiar with her early stuff, but it was that night on television during the opening ceremonies that my eternal bond to The Voice that is Celine was born. Much to my sister's dismay, when I like music, I play it constantly. On repeat. For months. (See: John Mayer's Continuum and OneRepublic.) Such is what happened in the wonderful year of 1997 when Let's Talk About Love was released. At one point, Annie actually took it away from me so that she didn't have to listen to me belt out To Love You More. One. More. Time. In fact, I blame my obsession on Titanic on My Heart Will Go On. That and Leo DiCaprio, but we'll leave him out of this for now. While my zealousness has since faded, my love for Celine has not. In fact, I will gladly give my soul to the person who purchases me tickets to one of her concerts. And then I'd promptly turn into the little twelve year-old that held onto that black CD like a security blanket. Those were the days.
(Bonus: To Love You More, All By Myself, It's All Coming Back to Me Now)
That was way too much fun.
Mariah Carey: One Sweet Day
It may be appropriate for MC to be on this list with all the press she's been getting lately with her new album and the whole thing about her having more Number 1s than freaking Elvis. But, my childhood would have been positively incomplete had Mariah Carey not sung Without You. I have these crazy memories of singing with Gayle, Kaylee, and Annie to Hero and Always Be My Baby. But, this one has to top them all.
Click to view(Bonus: Hero. And because it reminded me of these: I Swear and I'll Make Love to You)
Alanis Morissette: You Learn
Back when I was a Girl Scout (shut up), my troop headed up to Prescott for Girl Scout Camp for a weekend in cabins. We packed ourselves in the back of Stephanie's mom's van for the short ride, make tacos and s'mores, and spend the night listening to Ashley Wood tell us scary stories. But, one of the most memorable parts of this weekend was the cassette tape that Stephanie slipped into the van's player- Alanis Morissette's Jagged Little Pill. I remember this because I kept singing "little bird," instead of "you learn." Thankfully, times have changed and I actually know the words to most of her songs- and I've seen her live. My first concert was her ten year acoustic anniversary tour of Jagged Little Pill and she remains to be one of my all-time favorite artists to this day. But, I suppose that's typical of me, as her forte is angry chick music.
(Bonus: My Humps-seriously click that link!!! Thank U, Head Over Feet, and Everything)
Backstreet Boys: As Long As You Love Me & I Want it That Way
I'm cheating on this one. But, I'm allowed to, because, hello! My blog! I don't know if I've been honest enough with you, internets. As a child of the 90s, I was not in fact inflicted with the disease known as Boybanditis. N*SYNC, 98 Degrees, and whoever else (except for maybe Hanson briefly before the cute boy I had a crush on laughed at me for liking them) were all but lost on me. Sure, I knew their songs, but in my eyes, there was but ONE Boy Band. THE Boy Band. THE Backstreet Boys. To this day, I will still squeal when I hear them on the radio. I bought my first BSB CD my first year at NAU Summer Music Camp. I owned posters. I was actually in love with Kevin Richardson. I even knew the obscure guy's name who know one knew (Howie, in case you were curious). While my love for them diminished when high school hit, I'm pretty sure I cried when I found out that they broke up. So, because both songs represent completely different times in my life (Elementary School and Middle School), I present to you two of my favorite BSB songs.
Because I can't embed them (sadface): As Long As You Love Me and I Want it That Way. And while you're at it, you know want to listen to Everybody (am I sexual?) and Shape of My Heart.
Matchbox Twenty: Real World
Prepare yourselves. Around the time when VH1 was playing Matchbox Twenty single every five minutes, I suddenly became cooler (!!!). Yourself or Someone Like You became my link into 90s alternative, my back up when someone wanted to know my favorite band (because I couldn't admit that Celine Dion still held a very special place in my heart). Sure, they were cooler than what I typically listened to, and that camel brings back many memories of sitting in Stephanie's living room as we watched Natalie Imbruglia's Torn and Sarah McLachlan's Aidia on top ten countdowns. But, they also ended up being that band that defines my preteen years. I know every word to every song. And I probably understand them a little better at this point in my life. Dear Rob, Can you stay with the band, please? Love, Lindsay.
(Bonus: Push, Long Day)
Celine Dion: The Power of the Dream
In 1996, I was on a competitive year-round swim team. That year just happened to also be the Atlanta Olympics and the first time I fell in love with Celine Dion. Annie had her Falling Into You album, I loved Beauty and the Beast, and I was more than familiar with her early stuff, but it was that night on television during the opening ceremonies that my eternal bond to The Voice that is Celine was born. Much to my sister's dismay, when I like music, I play it constantly. On repeat. For months. (See: John Mayer's Continuum and OneRepublic.) Such is what happened in the wonderful year of 1997 when Let's Talk About Love was released. At one point, Annie actually took it away from me so that she didn't have to listen to me belt out To Love You More. One. More. Time. In fact, I blame my obsession on Titanic on My Heart Will Go On. That and Leo DiCaprio, but we'll leave him out of this for now. While my zealousness has since faded, my love for Celine has not. In fact, I will gladly give my soul to the person who purchases me tickets to one of her concerts. And then I'd promptly turn into the little twelve year-old that held onto that black CD like a security blanket. Those were the days.
(Bonus: To Love You More, All By Myself, It's All Coming Back to Me Now)
That was way too much fun.