Music that I appreciate is so wide-ranging that it’s difficult to pinpoint one particular song. And as you age, for me at least, what you once thought was your song for life, or saved your life, now isn’t and wouldn’t.
The nearest I can get is to songs, not a song, that I strongly believe comforted me at a time when I was feeling really quite low and anxious, for no apparent reason that I could fathom, lasting a full year. A bubble had descended from nowhere and enveloped me, and I could see no further than its inside surface, in my late 60s some years ago now.
Shirley Bassey had recorded her one and only CD, at the age of 74 I think, and she sang in much more mellow tones than she is known for. I saw her in the raw, no makeup, no wig, you wouldn’t have recognised her, rehearsing and finally recording the final version of her CD ‘The Performance’, which I think is her reflection of her life. I must have listened to her CD over and over and over again for months. The words and the mellow tones of her voice, albeit still quite strident, comforted me in some way, although I can’t say why or how, but I owe her one!
But now, how I respond generally to any song I like depends heavily on what mood I may be in at the time.
One of her songs….