Everyone has a favorite song. Maybe it remains “the favorite” for a week, or a month — possibly two months if you’re like a little kid who has the ability to hear the same story every night for a year. Inevitably however, after too many playlists on loop and too many mornings using it as our get-out-of-bed motivator, you kill the song.
It’s not intentional. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. We’re all like Ne-Yo crooning, “Let me love you.” LET ME LOVE YOU, DAMMIT. Let me listen to your sweet tune. But once the heart has found true love in a melody, adults essentially become kids with a jar of fireflies and accidentally suffocate the song to death.
But the song itself can’t actually die. Thanks to friends who are late on the uptake and deejays who will continue to play what was once “your jam” on repeat as if it’s the only one ever invented, your poor song will project its proverbial death upon its now-unrequited love (your heart) and in turn you will become so violently averse to the tune that you’ll start to wonder what it was you ever saw in it.
And then, just like with a crush, you’ll slowly forget about it. The radios will get sick of it too, and the deejays, and your musically-slow friend. A few of its lyrics may remain scrawled in the back of your subconscious’s diary but other than that — gone.
Until the day it comes back.
You’ll be flossing your teeth and practicing handstands with your computer’s playlist on a casual shuffle. Come at me, you dare your iTunes. You’re alone in your room and have nothing to hide and that shuffle algorithm, if you’re lucky, will accept the challenge. Slowly a familiar pattern of beats begin to sound. Your ears will perk up and you’ll tilt your head sideways like a confused golden retriever. I remember this… Then the catchy beats crescendo and next thing you know you’ve relapsed into the arms of your former favorite fling.
“I’ll never let go,” you promise. You probably will though; ears are a fickle beast. But until then, enjoy the renewed love of your former musical dalliance and loop the shit out of it until your neighbors complain.
Here’s an old favorite of mine that just recently came back into my life by way of a forgotten playlist:
But more importantly — what’s yours? We’re looking for a good song for this weekend’s slideshow and could REALLY USE YOUR HELP.
– Amelia Diamond