Sydney radio plays a lot of Rihanna, on a lot of the stations. Since I started this role, one of her songs - the one with Eminem, Love the Way You Lie - has been playback constantly, morning and afternoon. I've blogged somewhere here that songs reminds me of things, so it's not a good thing that I've associated this song with Sydney. That's how often it's played.
The song is similar to Macy Gray's Still, but more explicit. It's really not a morning song. I didn't realise this until recently, but she has some really deep songs. I hate hearing the song. I hate it. It sounds too much like the truth; it sounds too much like reality. I get reminded of past events hearing it; inevitably. I can't listen to it. And yet the song ends up getting stuck in my mind all day, because it's catchy. And with everything happening here, the song adds fuel to the fire of my memories, and I remember things I didn't want to, and I'm drawn back to past events like I was right there again. I remember clearly - emotions, feelings, and all of that. Just from one song. Ouch. Some of the words reminds me of particular events, and it makes me cringe. But what disturbs me the most is that I actually understand the song - I understand it from both points of view.
Is that entertainment? Songs shouldn't be like that, right? But then, I suppose it speaks the truth. It speaks reality, not some airy fairy world. It's life. And that's what it is. The ugly side of life. It's a shame that I've associated Sydney with that song, being in my hire car driving around late at night, driving around Randwick in the morning, getting lost around Sydney streets, going the wrong direction my GPS directs me, drinking my morning cup of coffee, warm sunny mornings. Bright sunny days shouldn't be associated with that song. It shouldn't play on morning radio. It shouldn't play at all.
The song is similar to Macy Gray's Still, but more explicit. It's really not a morning song. I didn't realise this until recently, but she has some really deep songs. I hate hearing the song. I hate it. It sounds too much like the truth; it sounds too much like reality. I get reminded of past events hearing it; inevitably. I can't listen to it. And yet the song ends up getting stuck in my mind all day, because it's catchy. And with everything happening here, the song adds fuel to the fire of my memories, and I remember things I didn't want to, and I'm drawn back to past events like I was right there again. I remember clearly - emotions, feelings, and all of that. Just from one song. Ouch. Some of the words reminds me of particular events, and it makes me cringe. But what disturbs me the most is that I actually understand the song - I understand it from both points of view.
Is that entertainment? Songs shouldn't be like that, right? But then, I suppose it speaks the truth. It speaks reality, not some airy fairy world. It's life. And that's what it is. The ugly side of life. It's a shame that I've associated Sydney with that song, being in my hire car driving around late at night, driving around Randwick in the morning, getting lost around Sydney streets, going the wrong direction my GPS directs me, drinking my morning cup of coffee, warm sunny mornings. Bright sunny days shouldn't be associated with that song. It shouldn't play on morning radio. It shouldn't play at all.
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