There are a few things that I know I’ll never tire of and that’s live music and music festivals.
Since as long as I can remember I’ve listened to music, the radio, cassette tapes on Walkman, CDs on my Discman and small discs on my MP3 player.
I’ve also enjoyed dozens of live concerts and music festivals where I’ve always make my way to the moosh pit – usually alone.
However, I also love to listen and reflect on life with sad, sleepy music such as Enya, David Gray, Cranberries, and Dildo, I mean Dido.
But as I near middle-age (holy crap is that really happening to me) I am starting to realise that heaps of the cool shit I did when I was young was centred around music (okay and booze).
Like when I was 20 and a nanny in New York and travelled with friends to Rome (in NY) to camp out for the 30th anniversary of Woodstock!
As you can imagine it was a mad, mad time but I got to see some of my favourite bands live and I also learned how to wee standing up – bonus.
The playlist was amazing, all the biggies in one place – Coldplay, Sheryl Crow (remember her?) Red Hot Chillies, Metallica, Fat Boy Slim…
I also saw U2 and Madonna at Madison Square Garden arena during my years in the Big Apple – talk about once in a lifetime kinda of stuff.
As you can imagine having three children has kind of put a damper on being a concert/festival goer!
Although in 2011 my hubby and I planned to have our yearly outing at the Big Day Out – we were going to get all sorts of messy, just like the good old days.
But two weeks before the festival I found out I was preggars! SURPRISE!
We still went but the Husband was the only one consuming booze, wanker.
There are so many things you give up when you become the guardian to another soul, but the kickbacks are worth it (sometimes).
We all used to be and do so much before kids, and when we’re knee-high in shit and screaming toddlers our old lives seem so far away.
Since I began looking through old photos I’ve kind of being going through a mini identity crisis.
Like many mums with multiple children I feel like I no longer really have a voice, or am a person in my own right.
I am something to everyone else, a mumma, bum wiper, less than average cook, shoe fitter, laundry lady, prison warden officer for naughty children, wife, freelance writer, cranky daughter – the list goes on.
And while these titles help define what I do, they don’t accurately reflect who I feel I am.
But maybe I have to weave all of these roles together and become a new person – an improved model of my former self.
Although I gotta tell you I’d love to go back to Woodstock and spend three days camping, listening to amazing music and drinking beer instead of water because it was the same price.
It was also fun being in a perpetual state of drunkenness for days.
But in the words of Mick Jagger, you can’t always get what you want!
Have you managed to carve out a new identity that includes part of your old self?
Or do I just have to leave my memories where they are and grow up?
This Friday I’m again linking with some awesome peeps!
Grace for FYBF
Miss Cinders for Things I know
Cathy for Flashback Friday
And Bree for Flash Blog Friday
Talk about spreading the love – thanks girls you rock 🙂