We bumped into each other again. It was only then I knew this had to be fate – 15,000 people and I bump into the love of my life for the second time
SINCE I WAS A CHILD I have always had a love affair with music. I know that is a very broad statement, but so much of my life’s memories come packaged with their own little soundtrack. From the births of my own children to standing on my mother’s toes as she twirled me around the sitting room to the sound of Roy Orbison, music has always had a magical way of seeping in and is so powerful it can, in a split second, drag me back to times of tears, love and childhood innocence.
I am the girl (or woman now) who dances, hands in the air, shouting, ‘I love this song’, regardless of how empty a dancefloor is, or who sings at the top her voice while driving the children to school. Music makes me happy – it calms me down, it winds me up and it makes me clean my house faster. My idea of heaven is a Saturday night, glass of wine in hand, a good Smiths album in the background, and chatting away with my husband.
My life with him has also been encased in music and our story is a romantic, musical one. I met him at Electric Picnic while dressed as a fairy with a full set of wings. And, yes, there was lots of glitter.
We were queuing for vegetarian food and giving out about our distaste for the main act who were currently playing on the main stage. After eating our burritos under the September sunshine, we agreed to meet a few hours later (for Nick Cave) in a place we thought was a safe bet, in front of the sound stage. But we never mentioned which side. I remember excitedly looking around for him and then that feeling of disappointment when I didn’t see his face.
My friend and I stayed to watch the first half of the gig but I was so disappointed that we decided to leave. It just so happened that the guy from the queue (my now husband) thought the same thing at the very same time and as we walked away from the crowds of jumping fans we bumped into each other again. It was only then I knew this had to be fate – 15,000 people and I bump into the love of my life for the second time.
We fell in love to the sounds of Ryan Adams, Mercury Rev and Bob Dylan, and within a month he had made me a mix CD. I honestly must have listened to it 100 times over a weekend, reading things into the lyrics of every single song. They were songs of love and, even now as I write this, I am listening to it in the background. He was in love, and so was I. Things moved pretty fast after that. Six months later, we had moved in together. Pretty soon after that we found out we were having a baby.
We still went to a festival the next season and danced around to The Who while my little squish kicked away to the beat of the music. A very different experience, but truly magical in its own way too. Our little boy was born in 2006 and was aptly named Dylan after the singer we had fallen in love over – the very great Bob – and we promised from the very start to give him the best education in music.
Like most couples with young children it became harder and harder for us to find the time to go to festivals. Life with our family became more important than dancing our socks off. And children are expensive!
For a few years we barely managed to get out together, let alone go to a festival for a weekend but naturally, over time, babies sleep longer and suddenly you feel more human again and are ready to get back out into the world.
Most years now the entire family heads to Electric Picnic on a Friday, we dance and play with the little ones for the day, then camp at night which is magic.
Then my lovely parents, who understand our need to feed our children amazing music, collect them bright and early on the Saturday morning, leaving me and my husband free for an entire weekend. It’s heaven!
In those moments when I’m with my man, at a festival and listening to our songs, I feel so much joy in my heart that age is simply irrelevant. Dancing and singing along keeps me young and my mind alive, it makes me remember why I fell in love with my husband and what really matters in my life.
Music makes me smile, makes me laugh and cry, and sometimes all at the same time.
Those moments of hugging my husband and dancing to our new ‘favourite song’ keep me going – until the next year when, if we’re really lucky, we get to do it all over again.