I took out an old radio today and started to fiddle about looking for a station to fit my mood. I hadn’t switched on this radio since my school days when it was my passkey to an outside world.
It was yet another rediscovery during lockdown. I didn’t realise how much I missed the experience of fiddling with the dial and unexpectedly finding a sound that would trigger something that would change me forever: Miles Davis’ Flamenco Sketches, Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On, the Mamas and Papas transporting me to California.
All those voices you come across unexpectedly, can’t tune in properly. You desperately try to hear him or her more clearly and in doing so, you lose the station. And you know you have found something great and imagine what he or she would be like if you could only find the station again and listen to the song in its entirety. But you never do and your imagination fills in the melodies you may have missed.
It is now your brother that sends me songs that make me want to listen from the beginning to the end – those few melodies that can affect you so much that you pull the car to the side of the road so that you can focus on listening rather than concentrate on driving. His taste is exquisite, and I forgive him for not respecting my choices in return.
If I had to choose one album that I would like you to hear from your mother’s tummy it would be Miles Davis, Kind of Blue – in fact, I am going to put it on now – And I can assure you, my darling girl, if you are born to the temperament of that sound you will have not just your mum, dad and brother falling in love with you but the entire world.