Today I was at work and heard a song I used to like but now can’t stand because it was “our song” with an ex.
It was the kind of relationship that just makes me go :smack: everytime I think of what I put myself through.
So, I ask you - do you have a song that you hate now because of an ex?
“Love Song” by the Cure used to be one of my favorites before I met my ex. While we were together, we used to just drop whatever we were doing and just listen whenever we heard it. Now I change the station when it comes on the radio. The same goes for Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide,” because it’s one of his favorites.
The entire oeuvre of The Beach Boys. He was obsessed with them for a while, say a few months, and played their CDs every day for hours at top volume. He did the same with Pink Floyd and The Bee Gees, but I liked those groups. I didn’t care one way or the other about the Beach Boys before…hate them now.
That’s not what you meant, is it?
None. No reason to let him ruin perfectly good songs.
I hated the Beatles well before I ever met the first girl who broke my heart, but her obsessive Beatlemania (I swear, you’d think the girl was born in 1950; she had the albums, the books, the wallpaper, the furniture, the clothing…truly crazy level of fandom, and this is coming from a guy whose username for everything is some variant of “Roland Orzabal”) certainly didn’t help their case.
I must admit I did take pleasure in destroying the tape of the two of us karaoke’ing “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”. It had always bugged me to have such a pleasant memory associated with such an annoying song, and I was glad to be free to despise it unequivocally.
Topical? Not sure, but there you have it.
Nope. I seem to be unable to form negative associations like that.
The closest I come is noting the irony of the fact that the song which got me through my last breakup was by a band she’d introduced me to.
Nope. But it was a while until I could watch There’s Something About Mary.
And there’s a restaurant I refuse to go in anymore. Not out of pain, but out of respect.
Anything Regina Spektor. I have to plug my ears and scream “LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA” to drown out the memories.
I still skip over In My Life whenever I’m listening to Rubber Soul. It wasn’t “our song”, but it was playing in my car when I was sent packing. 22 fucking years later, I can’t stand it…too bad; it’s a beautiful song.
The good news is that her favorite stuff was not anything I liked to listen to, so “her songs” are completely off my radar.
But U2’s One makes me think of her every time.
Love is a temple, love the higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on to what you got
When all you got is hurt
Any song counts. I think looking back at “our song”(s) have a kind of irony.
So like the fact that my ex and I said our song was Jimmy Buffet’s “Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw” - when I never had a drink the entire time we were together, and his idea of frequent screwing was once every 2 years or so.
Why it took me 5 years AFTER we split up to realize how ironic that was only further explained why I put up with it for 9 years in the first place . . .
We danced to “Open Arms” by Journey at our wedding- I confess now that I picked it because of its waltz tempo - I thought he might actually be able to keep the beat well enough for us to make it through.
I don’t think I really listened to the song until we were dancing, and then realized it was totally inappropriate for us. I hate listening to it now.
And although there is one song by Jimmy Buffett (Love in the Library) that I would have never grown to love without my ex, I would rather not hear his music anymore, because my ex was so obsessed with him.
LOL - look at me, all spouty.
Nah. There is music that I associate with either 1) a particular ex or period of time they were dominant in my life 2) a particular song that I played in the aftermath of a breakup or 3) songs whose lyrics happen to remind me of one of my exes or past relationships.
But generally though sad, my partings were mostly amicable, and those that were annoying I wouldn’t give the satisfaction of letting it ruin my enjoyment of songs that I love.
Particular music:
Billy Joel - had an ex who was a huge fan. But I don’t think I ever heard him actually playing the music. So while I associate the artist with that relationship to an extent, the actual music doesn’t so much.
Oasis/Wonderwall and Live/Throwing Copper albums - these played on repeat all night for weeks when I would sleep over in my girlfriend’s dorm room.
Another girlfriend ended our relationship just when I started listening to Jon Secada. “If you go” was playing in the background as we parted ways.
I was into the Indigo Girl’s Strange Fire CD while dating another boyfriend. After we broke up I played “Blood and Fire” a lot. I was still hanging out at his apartment and he noticed the CD paused on that particular song in his stereo once and asked me about it :smack:
Another hispanic ex was into Aventura and whenever they cue up in shuffle play I think of him. A few songs on one of the more recent IG albums that were about troubled relationships remind me of my relationship with him.
Another ex was totally into Cyndi Lauper. When the new album came out I immediately thought of calling him to discuss, and then realized we don’t actually talk to each other any more.
Ditto on Billy Joel here. Never liked him, or his music (thought he was essentially a insincere fraud, esp. on that Glass Houses album). She was 13 when we started to get kind of serious (leaving it all at that), and whenever “Always a Woman” would come on (radio or her record player) it’s kind of amusing in retrospect how she’d be oblivious that it was essentially about her. Oddly that is about the only song by him that (absent any sorts of these personal colorings) I’d otherwise like.
Nights In White Satin by The Moody Blues.
He loved it and made me listen to it, a thousand times, at least. It will always be associated with him, for me. I won’t have him owning any real estate in my head or my heart, so I shut it off if I can.
Ah, you remind me: I don’t like Fields of Gold by Sting anymore because my current husband and I danced to it at our wedding. We’re happily married, but we only picked the song because it was the only slow song we could both tolerate. We swayed around for what felt like ten minutes with everyone looking at us, and then quit in the middle of the song (I just couldn’t stand it another minute). The disc jockey was sort of bewildered. :o
Anything by The Ataris, but *Summer Wind Was Always Our Song * makes me want to vomit and call her all at once.