Here we go again!!!
Here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time.
Whitesnake “Here I Go Again”
2AM in a finnish metal baari – Whitesnake appears on the screens of the expensive looking flat-tv screens that are strategically placed all over the room, so I have see David Coverdales white teeth smiling at me while he makes out with this girl Tawny, who is to become his wife just 2 years later.
I grab my phone, record the screen as good as I can with my longdrink buzz, and send the recording to my friend Christoph in Germany with my girlfriend looking at me as if she hasn’t known me for as long as she does now.
This song brings endless flashbacks into my head – for 15+ years now Christoph and myself call each other, send each other messages, yeah – I think we even danced together to this song one night at this dark and filthy Cologne Karaoke bar. Christoph and myself have this unspoken law that this song will forever be a sign of our friendship. It reminds me of the time we worked together at this DVD-company near Berlin – me trying to fool him into believing this would be the hottest shit ever – him trying to get him new marketing updates, so he could send it to his licensing partners all over the world, so they would exploit it and make our company even richer than it already was.
For over 15 years this song brings friends together that may be worlds apart, but with two hearts at the same place.
This is what music does. This is what music does to me – and what it propably does to you too – because we all have this song we share with our significant other, our best friend or our deceased family members.
Music is more than just a bunch of notes coming from instruments, conserved on tape or zeros and ones in a computer.
Music is life. Music is my life. I shall never forget.
Daniel, April 2014