We had our first sunny days of 2013 over the last week. In fact, the first one was last Monday, as I sat here discussing Wrock (in my defence, it was too cold to spend long outside!) I always love sunny days. I don’t know whether it’s some strange form of Seasonal Affective Disorder or the by-product of spending my early childhood on the south coast of England, but I feel different when the sun shines. Those are days when I’m more likely to find whatever I’m reading or listening to emotionally-affecting. As a result of this, the careful creation of summer playlists is always a must…
On top of that – as some of you may have worked out by now – I have been occasionally known to read well-written, non-pornographic Harry Potter fanfic (yes, this is relevant). I once came across a short story called “The Wedding” about Harry and Ginny’s wedding day on a site I trust (as in, it doesn’t do porn and only accepted the canon relationships… even before they were canon!). Despite this, I put off reading this fic for days, as I was afraid that something awful was going to happen and it would be really depressing. Of course, when I read it it was a light-hearted piece of fluff, and I sat down to analyse my irrational initial reaction to it. My conclusion was that I had recently read a highly depressing story on the same sight that shared significant similarities with “The Wedding” (it was written before Half-Blood Prince was published, was set after Harry’s seventh year in Hogwarts – i.e.; after all of Hallows bar the epilogue – and was about the relationship between Harry and Ginny), but more importantly I had been repeatedly listening to The Quiet Things That No-One Ever Knows by Brand New, which would probably temporarily ruin anyone’s view of marriage!
For me, as I think this illustrates, music tends to come with very strong emotional connections, often to a time or a place. When on uni work experience I was based in a crummy, musty-smelling room at the top of an old building with seven other students, and one song that was played frequently was It’s Not Your Fault by New Found Glory. The next semester, I was listening to it in college and suddenly could have sworn that I could smell the musty, dry scent of the room, which must be some sort of reverse Proustian thing! (No, wilemena, that’s not a sex position!)
Perhaps there are songs that have a similar effect on some of you? What are they? In the meantime, here are some of my personal favourite songs for a sunny day sitting out on the grass with friends. Sit back and relax, everything’s right with the world… Oh, and the quote in the title comes from Melanin!
Now, sorry to blow the mood, but I’m finishing with an example of why my username is angryirishpunk. Here’s a story from the Telegraph (I know, I know…) about the Glasgow Ancients, one of the most prestigious debating intervarsities in the UK, which was held at the same time as the UL Open (at which I spent this weekend adjudicating and helping with the logistics).