Sometimes I feel fits of nostalgia for everything I’ve ever learnt or heard or seen or experienced, and everyone I’ve ever known. My sons are playing early Beatles, loudly, and I’m becoming emotional about all the stuff that my nearly 52 year old self is full of, all the songs, all the events, all the memories, all the little pieces of STUFF - somehow everything feels significant and beautiful and I’m fit to burst because there is so much inside. Maybe it is because I’m about to have a birthday and this is what happens; one gets reflective despite oneself.
How can people keep it all in?
I am curious about cross-cultural and cross-generational relationships and how much must be missing until the parties involved have been together long enough to make their own shared culture. One of the (many) things I missed, when I was married to a man from another culture, was being able to share songs and their significance. Music was so significant to us wot growed up in the 60s and 70s in a way that was quite different to previous generations.
Sometimes I feel emotional about the entire planet. All the lonely people … We know where they come from. The young Paul McCartney had a sweet tone to his voice that perfectly expressed his more sentimental lyrics.
If you’ve got no-one to care about all the stuff inside you at least you can write about it and easily get it into the world nowadays. That’s a good thing.
That intensity and sensitivity you feel when you’re 17, about the world, about life … You think, how could the oldies have become so comfortable and complacent and uncaring and unheeding? How can they let all this stuff happen? It’s still there. I still feel it.