Do you have a favorite song, or piece of music, that whisks you back to a memorable point in your life the instant you hear it? Maybe makes you cry, or remember your first love, your Grandma, or a pet you still miss?
The French writer Marcel Proust began his famous, epic-length novel series “In Search of Lost Time” (also called, in English, “In Remembrance of Things Past”), with a scene where the smell and taste of a madeleine dipped in tea creates a sudden overwhelming string of memories he can’t resist.
In his world, and I’ve read this in many articles since studying Proust, the sense of smell jolts the strongest memories, stronger than from any other of the five senses.
That may be — but for me, a strain of music can accomplish the same thing.
Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture” always stops me in my tracks. As a little kid of 4 or 5, I saw it performed outdoors, complete with fireworks and cannon and chimes. And not just plain fireworks, but the kind that form real pictures as they blossom in the sky. These were of soldiers kneeling and shooting their rifles, from one side of the sky to the other.
I haven’t seen fireworks like that since I was little.
Any time I hear the “Zampa” Overture, by Héraut, I have to hop up and crank up the volume. My orchestra worked on that for months, and once we had it down, we performed it at every concert where it was an appropriate-length piece. The violins worked furiously! The tempo was wild! Toes tap intently, rapidly. Body parts move to the incessant push of it. It’s irresistible, and it was ours.
A movie that marked me as a little kid was one you’ve probably never heard of, “Miracle of the White Stallions.” During WWII, the Lippizaner stallions from the world-famous Spanish Riding School of Vienna were in danger. They had to be moved, for their safety; it was war movie, but for me, it was a horse movie. What little girl doesn’t love horses?!
And what horses they were! They danced, and pranced, and pirouetted to classical music, my first love. Throughout the movie, they played Schubert’s “Marche Militaire” (Military March), and still today, decades later, that march always whisks me back to the grand, panoramic scenes (a movie screen is enormous, when you’re five) of those impressive animals, dancing to that music.
Any time I hear Lara’s theme from the movie “Dr. Zhivago,” I see my father, sitting in his favorite stuffed flute-back chair next to the piano, reading his Sunday New York Times and listening dreamily as I played it. Each time I finished, he’d nod slowly, as if he’d just finally understood something, and say, “Play it again.”
The list is long! I have a slew of pieces that evoke instant memories, good or bad. How about you?
Go ahead — try it. Dig back. Think of a song or an instrumental piece you used to love. Where were you when you first heard it? How about the thousandth time? What need did it fill for you? Does it still?
Music can be a powerful experience. I hope you get to experience that power.
9 thoughts on “A different sense of Proust (can you smell the music?)”
Hey! I just read something that made me think of this post:
Less about music and memory specifically, but about the power that music holds. You might like it! 🙂
Wow. He says it better than anyone I’ve ever read on the topic. I’m going to listen to that Beethoven tomorrow, when I can turn down all other ‘noise’ and just sit in silence and listen. And learn. Merci, ma chère. 🙂
I like it when individuals come together and share opinions.
Great website, stick with it!
Thanks — I will!
Aw, did you read any of the comments on the link to the Zampa Overture? Someone else is thinking along your lines: after not having heard it for like 40 years, this person was clearly transported back to being a kiddo and listening to it with his mom:)
Oddly enough, I have a very vivid memory of hearing part of the William Tell Overture in our car when I was little and thinking it was so beautiful and it clearly evoking in my head the image of a rose (funny, huh?). And then I was super surprised when either you or Dad told me that it was from the SAME piece of music that I knew as classic William Tell (which I guess is just the finale?). Though when I listen to it now, I don’t get the same rose image at all. Weird, eh?:)
Yep, our association of images changes, as we change. Sometimes. Sometimes they remain the same our whole life. There’s a fascinating psychological study in there somewhere!
I love this short article. It’s perfect 🙂
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Do you have a piece of music like that…that whisks you right back to…??