Flashbacks
Feb. 6, 2009 1 Comment Posted under: flashbacks, songs
Yesterday, my daughter and I were listening to the radio when we heard a song that we hadn’t heard in a while and instantly we were thrown back in time to the summer we moved here. Even though we love where we live, that first summer was excruciating, and both of us nearly cried as we remembered how we felt and realized how grateful we are that we don’t feel that way now.
Not too long ago, I heard a playlist of songs from my senior year in high school. Not only did I remember the lyrics, I had to reach up and feel my bangs to make sure they weren’t four inches tall the way they used to be in the eighties.
So, song flashbacks, anyone? Share your stories.
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Sierra Donovan said:
Feb. 6, 2009
Musical memories … oh wow, how long have you got?
The Beatles were always there. Before I knew what bills were, probably before I even knew who the President was, there were The Beatles.
When I hear classic country music, I’m about 9 years old, back when my mom and dad took care of everything and represented total security.
When I hear Creedence Clearwater Revival, I’m arguing with my sister about which is better, rock or country music.
When I hear pop songs from the early ’70s, I’m in my bedroom, listening for my favorite songs, with my first “shoebox” cassette recorder ready and waiting.
When I hear country songs from the mid-’80s, I’m singing my heart out in my car alone, because my ex didn’t like country music.
When I hear Prince, Wham! and Bruce Springsteen from the mid-’80s, I’m having a good time with my ex, because it wasn’t all bad.
When I hear oldies, I’m dating my dh, because because oldies were big at the time, and he worked for an oldies station.
When I hear “Not On Your Love” by Jeff Carson or “My Love” by Alabama, I’m home with my first baby, dancing in the living room to keep him happy.
When I hear Mozart, I’m giving my second baby her bath, because the hospital gave us a nice CD of classical music and I thought this would be a nice way for both of us to learn it.
When I hear “Everything” by Michael Buble, I’m thinking about my dh again: “And in this crazy life … and through these crazy times … It’s you, it’s you….”
When I hear Frank Sinatra, I could be anywhere. A four-year-old kid with my parents’ single of “Strangers in the Night.” Or a thirtysomething, really discovering the full breadth of his music for the first time. I could even be in the balcony of a theater in the 1940s — a place I’ve never really been — swooning along with all the other bobby soxers.
Hope you’re not sorry you asked. Thanks for jogging the memories!