There’s very little I can say about this song and what it means to me. The person who comes to mind when I hear this song could possibly see this (but probably won’t). Needless to say, listening to this song is not easy for me and it’s one I usually skip. It’s about young love, lost love, decisions you regret but couldn’t have changed anyway, the lies we tell ourselves about the people we have to let go, and ultimately moving on and being happy for them.
Ah, the ultimate feel-good song. Guaranteed to get anyone dancing at a wedding.
In the late 80s/early 90s, my family holidayed every year in the south of England. For one week in the height of summer, we would do the 3-hour drive to Gloucestershire and stay at the Hoburn Cotswold Family Holiday Park in one of their many caravans. My aunt, uncle and cousins would usually join us. This was the best week of my whole year. Memories are too numerous to mention here (I’d be here forever) but I guess a few come to mind: my Dad wading out into the fishing lake to rescue his escaped rod, my cousins peddling their pedalo boat back to shore as if their lives depended on it when a sudden storm emerged over the park, watching the 1994 World Cup Final in our caravan before my Dad proceeded to fight me and my brother with an inflatable hammer… oh, and dancing to ‘Come On Eileen’ every night in the park’s clubhouse.
On New Year’s Eve 2012, me and my Mum danced around our living room to this song as it was played live on Jools Holland’s Hootenanny programme. It was a lovely mother-daughter moment that harked us back to those great holidays so many years ago. Glorious, wonderful memories. Things you can never get back – but you know that even if you could get them back, it never could or would be the same.
This first blog post on my 365 Days of Music project comes from my bed. This isn’t that unusual. Most Friday nights I’m in bed at 8pm. But today I have been off work sick after coming down with some viral nastiness over the last few days. I’m going to a big gig tomorrow night so I’m praying for a miracle overnight cure this evening.
Part of the reason I am doing this blog is to take a look through the variety of genres on my iPod. The range of music I enjoy is thanks in no small part to my parents. Therefore it’s quite apt that the first song on this project should be Buddy Holly. He’s one of the first artists I remember my Dad playing to me in my childhood and perhaps formed the basis of my love for 50s and 60s rock and roll from an early age. I remember it very clearly, actually. My Dad bought a CD player in the early 1990s. It was a fairly hefty thing, as were most CD players back then (it’s bizarre to think that the CD itself is dying out). I remember a few of the first CDs my Dad owned – ‘Crossroads’ by Bon Jovi, a Tina Turner greatest hits record, one of the first Puremoods compilations, and yes, Buddy’s greatest hits. It had a blue-ish cover if I remember correctly. My memory, as you can see, is quite impressive.
But that’s where the intricacies of this particular memory end. I remember Buddy and I remember loving his music. And this song was the first track on the CD. As soon as the guitar riff kicks in, you’re back in 1957. My Dad would have been 8-years-old at that time. It’s a great song and one that served me well in trivia quizzes later in life. I specifically remember one of those end-of-the-school-year quizzes in my English class in year 9 and the answer being ‘That’ll Be The Day’. I don’t recall the question – but I know I got it right. I was the only one who knew that answer too, a testament to both my memory and the longevity of my love of “old music” even at 14-years-old and now at 25.
Anyway, here is the song itself. And RIP to my dear Dad, whose 17th anniversary falls on Tuesday (5th March). I love you and miss you. Thanks for the music. x
Listening to my iPod at the weekend, I realised how remarkably varied my music tastes are. From Springsteen, to ABBA, to British Sea Power, via Prince, and through to Tiesto. Each song on my iPod has personal meaning or memory attached to it.
From Friday 1st March, I am going to write a blog post every day for a year about 1 song I find on my iPod shuffle function. This is something I’m doing for me in as much as I am doing it for my followers/readers. I don’t expect hundreds of comments or likes. It’ll be interesting to see what my iPod throws up and what stories come from this.