Memory is an amazing thing.
Some of my memories pop into my head at the most amazing times. I never know what will invoke one. It could be a smell, or a random thought, but music seems to do it the most often. There are certain songs that are forever entwined with my life, and associated with an event, a time in my life, or perhaps just a feeling. Sometimes the memory itself isn't of a specific event, but rather just a general feeling from a period of my life.
Sugarbowl posted something recently about songs that invoked certain memories, and naturally it got me to thinking. I already wrote about the evolution of my musical tastes, (Musicology II) but I'd never really sat down and thought about the specific memories invoked by them. It was an interesting moment of synchronicity.
Yesterday was Karen's birthday, so I was spending a lot of time in my memories anyway. Karen was my first love. The girl of my dreams, the girl I knew I'd love forever, yadda-yadda-yadda.
We dated from the start of my Senior year of HS until she went to college. She broke up with me during her freshman year, and I was devastated. I couldn't eat, I didn't sleep, and I went on a bender of epic proportions, ingesting large quantities of recreational pharmeceuticals and alcohol. That first night when I tried to go to sleep, I turned on the radio to try to get to sleep. When I did, the song that came on was Can't Get It Out of My Head by Electric Light Orchestra.
I can see the humor now, but at the time I disticly remember thinking Are they trying to push me over the edge? That song still brings back the memory of that night.
One of the bands that both of us liked was The Little River Band. Whenever I hear anything from them, I think of Karen, but Remeniscing was sort of 'our' song. It always sends me down memory lane.
There was an album that came out around this time that I taped for her, and we used to listen to it in her basement. The album was Freedom at Point Zero by Jefferson Starship. We went to see them when they came through St Louis, so hearing the songs brings back the concert more than anything.
The Who is one of my all time favorite bands, and Karen got me a new copy of Quadrophenia for my 18th birthday.
I guess this isn't really a memory of a song, because what I remember is getting a hummer in her parent's living room while I held that album. So the picture to the left makes me think of oral sex.
See? Memory is really a weird thing.
I also think of Karen everytime I see a '77 Monte Carlo. That was the car that she drove, and we were forever arguing whether it was a full sized or a medium sized car. Off track, I know, but sometimes the Glory Road is has side streets to explore. So back on track to the songs that form the background of my life.
Right, but which one would be your MAIN theme song in the movie of your
life? See, thats the question everyone should
answer.
J(QW) [jason@quietwaterweb.com]
I've got a whole list of these songs, myself and when I hear them, I'm
instantly transported back in time to the memory they inspire.
To answer J(QW)s question, I guess my main theme song would be Lynyrd Skynyrd's Freebird.....
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Thrilled I could inspire another Musicology (is there a Musicology
I?)
Again, I pledge to find and keep the memories and songs and compile the list someday. But if I plan it like this, it kind of defeats the purpose because I'd be busy planting record players in rooms at important moments. Ahaha.
And hey, thanks to you for inspiring me to check out some things I may not have otherwise picked up on.
Rina
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It is pretty amazing how closely music is tied to memory. Let me second Teo
Torriate for its haunting beauty; makes me think of this girl I was good
friends with in high school and would have liked to have been more than
good friends. And I love that album.
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The sense that most often reminds me of really far-off things (like
young childhood memories) are smells, but there is nothing like a
long-lost album to mesmerize you -- the opening notes of the Counting
Crows' "Anna Begins" or Alanis Morrissette's "Mary Jane" and all of a
sudden there is no now, now is then.
I get all whispy when I talk music, my apologies. Nothing feels quite concrete.
Rina
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