A dear friend taught me that I’m not the only one who listens to all kinds of music and cares about it. I also learned that the lyrics are the poetry of the day and even more important than the melody sometimes. To this day, when I listen to a song, it puts me back in a specific place in time and a specific mood. For instance (thanks Nutsie for the links 🙂

* Fort Minor’s “Where’d You Go”: Melbourne for a run along the Yarra River feeling super sad, but enjoying the cold on my back, the Nike Free runners and the pounding music.
* Flo Rida’s “Low”: Flying down I-5 with the radio at max coming back from the airport and through the rain for a pickup.
* Cyndi Lauper’s “Time after Time”: On the floor, in pain, wondering what the future would bring. Acoustic with Sarah McLachlan.
* Dixie Chick’s “Not Ready to Make Nice”: Doing 150kph in Wyoming just trying to get out of there. Radar detector chirping, Tetons to my right, Buffalo everywhere. Mazda’s 2.4 liter screaming in sixth gear.
* Cassie’s “Me & U”: Seat 3A on United flight 858 coming back from Shanghai
* Nickelback’s “Far Away”: Taking Calvin to school, seeing him sing the words, knowing he enjoys music as much as his dad 🙂
* Pussycat Doll’s “Stickwitu”: First video on my blackberry showing off to everyone how cool it is in China.
* Sarah McLachlan’s “Angel”: Teaching the lullaby to every small one that I know 🙂

But the amazing thing is that there are songs that I haven’t listened to in years that bring back memories too:

* Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run”: The poetry class for 7th graders featured this tune. Heck, it was New Jersey in the 70s 🙂
* Jerry Jeff Walker’s “London Homesick Blues”: Huge reel to reel tape in Mark’s loft space. Banging out shotgun rounds, shredding trees in chippers
* Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven”: 16 years old, bought those EPI-100s in Holmdel. Blasting at 120 decibels. Hearing the crackle of the phonograph and the hiss of the tape.
* Blondie’s “Rapture”: First time I really hard rap. 4th floor Pyne Hall on a spring day
* REO Speedwagon’s “Can’t Fight This Feeling”: Trapped in a tiny rented basement room with moldy laundry in sophomore year trying to setup an Apple II in Chicago.
* Eagle’s “Hotel California”: 8-track tapes if you can believe it in a big huge red Oldsmobile 98 bouncing down a country lane.
* Jackson Browne’s “Here Come Those Tears Again”: A very, very, very sad summer in Los Altos Hills staring out the 3rd floor.

Isn’t music great the way it can anchor your life 🙂

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