Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Soundtrack to the Semester: 2 avril, 2013

In a semester filled with new experiences and memories, one thing that I know is going to be a powerful link back to these times when they're long gone and I'm back in the US is music. There are certain songs that have been played FAR too many times here to not associate with these people and places, and sometimes parts of them are oddly fitting for the memories that they're linked to. Others lyrically have nothing to do with anything.


One Day / Reckoning Song
by Asif Adan
"One day, baby, we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told"

This is one of the songs that has been pretty much inescapable this semester, especially if you go to any bars or clubs. While the entire group is in our early twenties (save for Savannah, our sole teenager), we're certainly young and trying to experience life to its fullest, checking out foreign countries, learning about new languages and cultures, and quite simply having adventures wherever we can find them. We're creating the stories that we'll be able to tell for years to come, and who knows, maybe years from now this song will be playing in our heads as we tell them.

Forrest Gump
by Frank Ocean
"My fingertips and my lips,
they burn from the cigarettes"

People smoke in France. Granted, I myself am not a smoker, but basically everybody else in the country does. I used to hate the smell of cigarettes, but through the combination of past roommates and my time in this country, I have developed a bit of a nostalgia for the smell that tends to accompany a lot of the people with whom I've listened to "Forrest Gump." 

I Follow Rivers
by Lykke Li
"I I follow, I follow you
Deep sea baby"

I couldn't really tie the lyrics of this song into anything meaningful and relevant to this semester, but this is another one that is played absolutely everywhere. The first time I heard this song was the first time I went to a bar, socializing with these new acquaintances that have since grown to be important friends of mine, and getting to know the city that I now call home.

Scream and Shout
by Will.I.Am and Britney Spears
"We are now now rockin' with
Will.I.Am and Britney bitch"

Once again, these lyrics are completely devoid of meaning. I also personally find this song to be pretty abrasive for the most part, but this song is also EVERYWHERE. For the longest time, I legitimately had no idea what this song's title was; its name was "Will.I.Am and Britney bitch," and it was the center of numerous jokes. Despite being annoyed by the way it sounds, this one is still liked to fond memories for me, and I at least somewhat like it for that.

So Fresh, So Clean
by Outkast
"I'm dressed so fresh so clean"

Honestly, if I heard any part of this song other than the chorus, I wouldn't necessarily recognize it. The reason why this one is here is that on my first trip to Marseille, my friends and I made up an imaginary band called Cody Rhône and the So Fresh and So Cleanlies. Our lead man, Cody Roehl, is known by the name of Rhône because of the wine called Côtes du Rhône. It is probably the cheapest wine at Monoprix, and sounds way too much like his name, so it was fate. We drink it a lot. The backup band, the So Fresh and So Cleanlies, was obviously named after this song that I had not yet heard before, but I guess we were particularly fresh and clean that day? That's a lie. We were staying in a hostel in a gray and rain-soaked Marseille. The song still makes me think of that group and that day, though.

Pretty much any song from Glee
or Pitch Perfect

I have watched altogether too much of each with my roommate/cousin Alyssa (did I mention that I found a long-lost cousin in my apartment?) and our friend Brandon/Victor/Paolo (who clearly has dissociative identity disorder since he can't just pick a name). When we're not watching the show Glee or the movie Pitch Perfect, we're often singing along to their soundtracks in the kitchen.

No actual French songs.
At all.
The just don't like their own music here, I guess.

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