What’s on your list of things you’d really like to do but never find or take the time to do? You know, the “One Day I’ll…”-list. Read those books, watch those movies, see those places, take that class, make that playlist…
This weekend I actually did one of those things, well at least I got started. It’s my Desert Island Playlist, the one that’s been on my “One Day I’ll..”-list since the musical stone age (of music cassettes). For some reason I decided to be very selective and strict:
All on a pure musical level. And for some reason, only one song per singer / band. With two exceptions so far; the most obvious of those exceptions being a huge musical hero of my youth, of a time in life when music is more important than ever and a time that shapes you musically. Sciene tells us that at 14, our brain is developed enough to more or less determine our adult taste in music. We discover, absorb, explore and experiment, also with music. And a lot of the music I discovered around 14 tends to be music I keep coming back to- with some exceptions and additions.
The musical hero was Bowie. A man I’ve always come back to in the many years that have passed since. Yet not often enough. This weekend I did, for the first time in a long time, not knowing I’d read about his death the next day. For my precious playlist, Bowie made the cut with two obvious songs. Space Oddity. Life on Mars.
The other two-songs-exception is Tom Waits by the way. And then there’s Joni Mitchell. Janis Joplin. Lou Reed. That generation. That intensity. Of those who have already left us or are starting to leave us, leaving a lasting legacy. So far I have a harder time finding obviously list-worthy songs from my own generation or younger generations. Maybe it’s me. But Bowie… Bowie was the most obvious one.
So I take a deep, deep bow to Bowie. To his tremendous charisma. To his ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. To his Music. The stars look very different today.
By Unni Holtedahl, January 2016