Musical memories

My new stereo at work seems to be having some disadvantages as well. As I'm listening to Radio 538 (which is a Dutch Top 40 hits station), there seems to be a some sort of parade of songs that remind me of my time with Emiel. You know how you always have this list of songs that qualify as 'your songs', the ones that for some reason or another belong to you and your partner, even when the relationship itself is over? Well, Emiel and I had a couple ones, and they all got played today, with the worst one just a minute ago: From Paris To Berlin.

This song is capable of making me especially sad, since it marked the first time Emiel told me he loved me. This is something you can read about in the archive of this blog, but since I no longer check back in order not to be able to read all my old happy posts about him, I'll recall it here. It was somewhere in june and we decided to go out in Antwerp on a warm Saturday night. We were at this place called Hessenhuys with some of his friends and we had a great time. Then, somewhat unexpected, he pulled me over on the dance floor and told me he loved me and was crazy about me. During this fantastic moment From Paris To Berlin was played, bonding this otherwise pretty mediocre eurodance song with one of the happiest moments of my love.

The bad thing about this is, that when a relationship ends, those same songs you loved hearing when everything was still allright, become somewhat of a torture to listen to, because they always remind you of the happy times that are no more. It's not only this one, we have a whole bunch of them, but, you know, just because this was such a special moment, this one brings back the most memories. Maybe I should switch the channel to some golden oldies station, in order to avoid these songs. Damn thing is, I hate golden oldies...