A Soundtrack of My Life
In our life we are surrounded by various sounds: sough of trees, rustle of fallen down autumn leafage, hum of bees, peals of thunder, whisper, heavy breathing, trills of nightingale, city noise, voices of people and animals. And of course music! It reaches us from TVs??™, iPods??™ and radios, classes of musical schools, concert halls, conservatories, passing cars, windows of people houses. Music has been accompanying people for a long time and now it would be difficult to imagine modern human life without it. Music, beginning with classical play ending with pop songs, is necessary to all. I like a lot of songs of different styles but there are few special ones which are more than just nice melody with fine words.
???Goluboy Vagon??™ (Blue Wagon) is nicest and dearest song from my childhood. First time I heard that song during winter holidays in my second year in school. It was a week between New Year and Orthodox Christmas. After snow fighting with my brother and cousins outside, we all came back into grandparents??™ house to watch ???Old Animation??™ (cartoons which were created in Soviet Union). I still remember how we were scuffing in front of the sink who will wash hands first. The result of that was totally soaked clothes and thumping bog on the floor. Finally, somehow we managed to get into the lounge. A smell of home baked confectionary, heated milk and aroma of Christmas tree was in the air. That time all mighty LRT (Lithuanian Radio and Television Chanel) decided to entertain us with unseen cartoon about Cheburashka (???According to the story, Cheburashka is a funny little creature, unknown to science, who lives in the tropical forest??™) and his friend alligator Gena. I was emotionally touched by Cheburashka??™s story and couldn??™t get ???Blue Wagon??™ song out of my mind. Dad was actually forced to buy me a tape with songs from that cartoon in order to stop me asking older households to sing ???Blue Wagon??™ again and again??¦
Years had passed, by the time I forgot that song. And probably nobody can imagine how astonished I was in the morning of my 18th birthday when Dad gave me the best present I have ever got ??“ an old tape with songs from Cheburashka??™s cartoon! When I am listening to ???Blue Wagon??™, I always think about dear people, childhood and all the crazy things I did when I was a little. This song definitely will be situated in my heart forever.
Another meaningful song ???Dreaming??™ was written by German composer Robert Shuman. It reminds me Indian summer in Lithuania, first love, first kisses, five stolen apples from someone??™s collective garden, jumping into mottled leafage piles and long walking in a park nearby my home. Each time when I heard ???Dreaming??™, I was submerging myself in it and felt overtaken by indescribable peacefulness, which brings you to the inner deepness. This song used to elate me; however, after recent painful events, which actually cut the ground under my feet, I need to learn to listen to that song without tears on a face and ache in a heart. People say that time is a great healer??¦. Hope it??™s true.
Talking about songs which had an influence on me I must mention my secondary-school ???Aukuras??™ anthem. I just love words of that hymn, ???Every day we are taught to love, believe in ourselves, / Dream and rise upwards! / Discover the world, always look at the sun, / Do not stumble and go ahead!??™. It inspires me do not stop even in the hardest moments of life, when everything seems pointless, persistently reach set task and ,what??™s the most important, always remain a human. Apart from this, song also reminds me old good times I had in this place during eight years and of course my first day in school.On that day I was wearing a red dress. My hair were plaited and taped up with huge ribbon. In one hand I had an invitation card from the school and in another one I was carrying sword-lily from my grandmother??™s garden (in Lithuania is unwritten rule, that first day of September you must bring a flower for your teacher and congratulate him/her). Probably the most highlighted recollection from my school years is when in the year seventh I beated my classmate and a good friend, because during the class meeting he nominated me for the monitor and I was third time re-elected. Now we are both laughing at that incident, but then there was a serious danger to our friendship.
The last song I would like to write about is ???You Sexy Thing??™, performed by Hot Chocolate. This piece of music makes me feel nostalgia for my feminine friends, who are like sisters for me. This song was our secret inspiration weapon when we used to write a school magazine. It all started, when on Lithuanian Literature lesson teacher gave us group assignment to create a newspaper of at least six pages. First of all we bethought that we will write about fashion and our lifestyle after classes plus include horoscopes, weather forecast and other topics which ???must be??™ in ordinary newspaper. That assignment got really involved us into it. However, we didn??™t expect very good grades, as we weren??™t writing by the given example. Our work was based on our thoughts and feelings. To our wonder, a teacher was fascinated by our creativity and suggested us to join school weekly newspaper team. Soon ???Red nails addict diary??™ rubric became very popular. As a consequence of that, we decided to expand into an independent fortnight magazine. Most of our gossip style writings born from the talks over cup of cappuccino, slim vanilla cigarettes against a Hot Chocolate music background in Monika??™s bedroom balcony. Every morning whether I go to the college or work my mp3 player plays ???You Sexy Thing??™??¦
In summary I would like to say that music is a miracle for me. A miracle which has a power to make us stronger than any rock in this world but it also can reduce to tears as a little child. That three or four minutes are telling us a story, which may be older than we are??¦ Of course, mankind could survive without heart-warming tunes and melodies. But together with music I would loose a part of myself, a part of pencils which colour my life and make it brighter.