The Soundtrack of your LifeChe Grimsdale writes: Now that Simon Cowell's stolen Everybody Hurts, tell us about songs that mean something to you - good, bad, funny or tragic, appropriate or totally inappropriate songs that were playing at key times.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 13:30)
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Over The RainbowI think I've told this story before, but a few years ago I met my dad for the first time in New York. He flew from London, I flew from California and we pretty much met in the middle.
The flight over was unventful, apart from getting loads of free booze from teh flight attendants after they'd heard my story (redeye flights are notoriously boring and the flight attendants will talk to anyone who appears to be awake).
Met dad for the first time in 30 years, had a great time with him and my stepmum. All I'd ever wanted in life was to meet my dad, since I was a wee Mentalist, I'd dreamed of him and that he might love me.
3 days later, flying home, emotionally wrought out but utterly ecstatic (the night before he'd kissed me on my forehead and said "I'm proud to have a daughter like you"), same flight crew, more free drinks.
The song "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" came on.......and at the line "and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true" I broke down in my seat, and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed because my dream really had come true.
Even now when I hear the song, it takes me back to that night and brings a smile to my face.
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Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 22:09,
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That song's a bit special to my familyand it was my auntie's favourite.
On the day she died, several sets of people were travelling into and across Britain in the hopes of seeing her one last time, and they all saw a rainbow ahead of them the whole way.
A few years ago, strolling down the noisy main street in Szeged in Hungary, for no real reason I started to think about my auntie.
When I went round the next corner, into the quieter square, there was an old busker with a violin. Guess what he was playing? Really beautifully, too.
I said 'Köszönöm' and smiled and clapped, and dropped some money in his hat - perhaps a bit too much!
He grinned back, showing about five teeth in all, and I waved and carried on with my walk.
Bloody spooky Hungarian buskers!
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