One of my students , one who is a poet ( and I’m not kidding !), says that there is only one thing that we, human beings, have done well throughout history: music. No matter whether you like heavy metal, punk, funk, soul, r&b, dance, jazz, blues,flamenco,classical, house, … all the music is extraordinary…as long as it reaches someone.

 I agree with him. Music speaks to us in a way nothing else does. It cheers us up when we are low; it makes us dance when we are in the mood ; it comes with us when we travel ; it is there , in the distance, when we are waiting at the dentist’s; it caresses us when sunbathing on the beach ; it sometimes hurts us when we remember;it soothes the beasts ; it …is there, always with you, at any time… Indeed. There is a song for every moment. And each moment has a song.

 Whenever I drive my car , I listen to music…and with each song I recall a moment in my life: “ John & Mary “ by Robert Palmer was the song I heard when I first went into a disco … I was just 14. “ Space Oddity “ by David Bowie reminds me of Oriol, a classmate when studying BUP, who would introduce me to the greatest camaleon ever. Any song by Pink Floyd takes me back to my first conversations with Pep… we were just 15.. and we had just escaped from our teachers to go and see The Wall at the cinema. I feel as if someone stabbed me with a knife every time I hear “ The piano man” by Billy Joel , as I recall the first man who broke my heart…. I was 16. “ Enola Gay “ by OMD takes me back to my techno-dance period … I was just a 16-year-old fool who didn’t even know about the bombing of Hiroshima. With “It’s raining men “ I first catwalked in order to make money and go to Italy with my classmates… I was 17. Shouting, not singing, “ Love is in the air “, I went to Sitges for the first time in my life… I was 18 , it was summer , I was suntanned and Jaume was crazy. “ Can you feel it ?” , a song by Michael Jackson when he was still black, reminds me of a warm afternoon rowing a boat in Candem Market with Johna , a good friend of mine… I was 18. Reggae takes me back to my first concert in London with some Jamaican friends of mine…I was a 19-year-old white girl in the middle of dark people. “C’est la vie” reminds me of my wild youth with my friend Jaume, driving towards Paris while we talked of everything and nothing…when we were just 20 . “Finally “ from the film “Priscilla, queen of the desert “ reminds me of Montse and our crazy nights drinking Trompe du Morte, a black beer with an odd bottle…. we were 22.  I just think of my mother – and I feel so well- when I hear Abba on the radio…And so many more.There are so many…!!!!

But “Sexual Healing” by M.Gaye is my favourite… you already know. It makes me feel as if I were still dancing, on my own, in the middle of the dancefloor…a song which would melt any ice… It reminds me of myself, eating up hours until the last second… as if life would end that night… when dawn would come and the sunlight would tell us once again who we really are.

You want to enjoy life and remember each moment ? You just need a song.