Have you ever noticed that there are certain songs that take you back to certain memories? Like vividly. No matter how many times you hear it, what environment you're in, how you feel at that moment, who you're with... None of that matters. You remember what that song meant years ago. You remember the smell of the room, the way you felt at that moment. I think its crazy that the mind does that.
There are certain songs by Silverchair and whole albums by Coheed & Cambria that I can't even listen to. They take me back to a time I don't want to remember, feelings I've fought to forget.
Then there is Portishead and Massive Attack. Those are memories that I don't mind reliving over and over and over. I love that the sounds of those bands have nothing but amazing memories attached. I clearly remember the lack of sleep, the feel of nails, jiu jitsu (and its purpose in the bedroom), and coming down with a case of the feelings. I remember listening to the bands that would be at Ultra and talking about how amazing those two days were going to be. Sometimes I wonder what changed and how things would have been different had I made a move sooner. What would have happened if I admitted how I felt when I was asked the first time? The roommate says we wouldn't be together now, but I don't about that. His wifey is definitely a lucky girl.
I'm going to the Santana concert on Sunday (part of one of my goals; concert 2/3 for the year!) and I need to brush up on his music. I'm going to go let myself fall into the rhythm of a guitar while I try to finish up my work here for the day.
Find a song and feel it. I always do.
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