I’ve been listening to Frank Turner a lot lately, especially this song. I first heard it at Reading Festival in 2011, which was the first time I’d heard of Frank at all. It was hot, baking hot that day, and I was there with my very best friends, as usual. We bounced along in the crowd, all hollering the chorus of this song back at the stage. This, I thought, is what it’s about. Good friends, good music and good times.
My experience of music is very much tied into my relationships. As a child, I absolutely worshipped my older cousin. She was older than me, and discovered an alternative style of music to the 90s era pop much earlier than most. Through her, I learnt to listen to, and enjoy, a multitude of genres. She introduced me to the idea that it was perfectly acceptable to like both S Club 7 and Eminem. I still like music from all kinds of genres, and still listen to a lot of the music and bands she introduced me too.
At high school I met a girl who was a big fan of 90s boyband, a1. So was I. We bonded over that. We both loved Ben Adams, and didn’t much like Christian Ingebrigtsen, and initially our friendship was formed over this shared love. She’s still my best friend.
Now, there’s Muse. Me and my two best friends (one of them is the a1 fan) are all big fans. We’ve made so many friends through this fandom. We met two girls through Muse’s website, one from Wales, who is now another really close friend, who we met when she joined us to see Muse at a festival. The other lived in Luxembourg when we first knew her. She joined us for a few gigs, and we all became friends. She lives over here now. When she came, she knew she already had friends here. Us. We met through a band.
I’ve met some fantastic people through being a Muse fan. Next month, I’ll be meeting up with a girl from Chicago, who we met in the queue to see Muse at Wembley Stadium. At the NIA in Birmingham, we met a girl dressed as Wonder Woman who, to celebrate her birthday, shared cake and champagne with the people around her in the queue. We all missed the last train home that night, and spent a night sitting in New Street station with this girl. We’ve seen her several times since, always at gigs.
It might seem crazy to some people that we spend hundreds of pounds on tickets and merchandise, and travelling miles and miles around the country to see them. But it’s not about the band. It’s about the music, the music that brought us as a group together. I’ve had some amazing times following that band around and met some incredible people. That’s the point in it for me. These times and these people. Whatever happens to the music, I’ll always love and treasure these times and the silliness of it all.
On my first date with my boyfriend, we talked about music. Our tastes are quite different, but we recognised in each other another person who felt that music was not only entertainment. We might not agree most of the time about what makes good music, but the fact we both care enough to argue it out formed part of that all important early bond.
My dad is a big music fan too. There was always music when I was growing up. I have always known names like Joe Strummer, Bruce Springsteen, Freddie Mercury, Clarence Clemons, Johnny Cash, Paul McCartney…I grew up hearing the names before I really knew who they belonged to.
My dad was the one to teach me that music matters. It’s important. Music can be life-changing, and life-affirming. For every feeling you have, for every moment of life, there’s a song that will speak to you about it. Music is about memories, if you ask me. It connects to moments in your life, and will transport you to those moments in an instant as soon as you hear the right song.
What does music mean to you?
I still believe in the need
for guitars and drums and desperate poetry.
I still believe that everyone
can find a song for every time they’ve lost,
and every time they’ve won.
So just remember folks
we’re not just saving lives,
we’re saving souls
and we’re having fun.
Frank Turner – I Still Believe