I’ve seen many documentaries on rock bands in my time, and most of them leave little or no impression upon me – I’m too old and long in the tooth to be mentally modified by such things anymore. But tonight I watched a new documentary exclusively about Fleetwood Mac’s Christine McVie. The thing about documentaries is: despite the subject material, the program must go back to the origins of all involved to paint the picture from the canvas up. So obviously, one can’t make a documentary about Fleetwood Mac without giving mention to their founder, Peter Green. During the strains of one of their earliest hits, “Albatross,” a sudden wave of nostalgia welled up inside me and made me think back to the time I first heard the record sitting in my friends house after school.
I can’t say that I was ever their biggest fan, but they were always somewhere floating about the mix in my consciousness – as I’m sure they were for millions of other people. The point is: it doesn’t matter whether I liked them or not, it is the fact that a song can have the power to transport you back to once upon a time in your youth. It’s not only music; it can be anything; a photograph; a book; anything which was present at a certain time in your life that left an indelible impression upon you.
Music played an important part of my youth, and still does to this day.
Each of us has something that, when triggered in memory, will evoke a feeling, a state of mind, which in turn takes us back to a time and place where the memory originated. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a good memory either, but it’s the good ones that you retain in your heart and soul forever – it becomes a mantra which can’t be forgotten.
Our past has strong connections which continue to forge and influence our future to whatever end. Nostalgia or the sense of longing is a powerful thing, and all the things we ever did in our past – especially those poignant moments which meant something, will forever pull at us in a futile effort to relive or rekindle an emotion; a vain hope to recapture a moment in time as if it were frozen and capable of being thawed. But the past is the past, time has left it where it belongs but hard-wired it to our memories. So to end this train of thought rather appropriately, I will defer to the song title of one of Fleetwood Mac’s best loved songs.