With almost all of my ex-girlfriends, “we” had a song that recalls each of them to mind whenever I hear it. That “we” is inside quotation marks because I’m positive that when they hear the songs, it does nothing for them, not even a memory of me, but for me, it’s a plunge into pathos, nostalgia, and other Grecian concepts.
My first real girlfriend, for example, from the spring of 1975 through the fall of 1976 used to make fun of Toni Tennille by singing along to the refrain of her big hit, “And who’ll be turnin’ you on? Ah weel, ah weel, ah weel,” which I found rather cute at the time, especially because we weren’t very good for each other, and I rendered it as a promise of everlasting torture, not everlasting attachment: “And who’ll be turning you on a wheel, a wheel? I will.”
But there’s no chance that my ex-GF remembers how charming I found her imitation of Toni Tennille 50 years after we last heard that song together.
Or a much later GF who couldn’t believe that I was ignorant of the group that sang a big hit, or the name of that tune, which was Tears for Fears’ “Everybody Wants to Rule the World.” I knew the chorus, but very little more, and I remember her explaining to me in her living room what a great song it was and was I living under a rock or what? So when I hear it now, as I often do, it recalls her to mind, but I’m sure it was just a blip of an event in her memory.
Or the year I was separated from my fiancée, eventually my ex-wife, I listened to the Rolling Stones’ “Miss You,” as I pondered how much I missed her, and also “Beast of Burden” –those songs, that album, made a huge emotional impression on me, and I can’t hear them now without thinking fondly of my ex-, whom I otherwise never think very fondly about.
Other exes, other songs. It feels strange to share a response with so many women who don’t actually share these memories with me. I feel both attached to them through this music and thoroughly detached from them at the same time.