The other day I was on Tumblr, as per usual, and I saw this post based on a quote by actor Matt Leblanc, best known for his role as Joey in Friends, and it got me thinking…
[...]You can always tell that you were—maybe still are, maybe always will be—a part of their family. Movies have this thing where it’s an event. You get dressed up, you go to dinner, and you go to the movies. You’re outside of your element. But with television, people are watching you in bed, at their kitchen table eating. You’re in their house.
I have never been a TV kind of person. Even as a teenager, I found it hard to keep up with all the shows my friends were into and felt forced to watch them if I wanted to partake in the obligatory discussions the next day at school. But it’s not good old telly that I want to talk about today but the idea of how art can infiltrate our daily routines and ingeniously become part of our every day lives; like turning on the kettle when setting foot in the kitchen first thing in the morning – that’s music for me.
Every morning, I wake up and have breakfast with Win Butler (no pun intended). When I take a shower, Morrissey is in the bathroom with me – not looking, of course. I commute with Nick Cave and the lovely girls of Warpaint accompany me on my way to meet up with a friend. Their tales of unrequited love, of failures and come-of-age realizations are with me as I go about my day. My own stories interwind with theirs and sometimes, for a fleeting moment, a certain song will brush that little spike still in my heart from that one History student I met while on vacation four summers ago.
My iPod is old and outdated but I refuse to part with this little device that has been with me through the most devastating, amazing, overwhelming and ever-changing seven years of my life. It has always been there. They all have been there.