My TV is definitely dead. My dad’s going to see if he can fix it – he mentioned something about a fuse inside it that could be replaced. He knows what he’s talking about so I have put it in his capable hands.
Song on Launchcast: “Slow Dance,” by Coltrane. Ahhh.
So, I was thinking yesterday about some songs that stick with me, for whatever reason. Everyone must have a few, I think – songs that immediately take you to a specific time and place. Sometimes in films, directors try to create these moments for you, as well. Martin Scorsese is particularly good at it. If you’re a fan of Goodfellas, you probably know just what I mean when I mention the piano exit for “Layla.” The Derek and the Dominoes version, NOT the Eric Clapton: Unplugged version, for the record.
Anyway. Here are some songs that stick with me – again, for various reasons. It’s not all sappy shit.
“Again,” by Janet Jackson, will always remind me of a night in high school when I was sick as a dog and croupy. I could barely sleep and I had the radio on by my bed and it seemed like every time I woke up, that fucking song was playing.
“Linger,” by The Cranberries, will for some reason always be connected with a memory of riding in my friend KT’s car to a basketball game in 9th grade, where I found out that the object of my obsessive affection had a girlfriend. I was all crushed and shit.
“New Year’s Day” – U2. Curled on a fold-out bed with a fuzzy yellow blanket with my bass player rocker boyfriend, who was goofing around, pretending that I was his Fender, with my leg as the neck of the instrument.
“Nightswimming” – R.E.M.
“The Rockefeller Skank” – Fatboy Slim. An old friend/roommate of mine used to absolutely rock out with a weird robot dance during the accelerando in this song, and it was the most fucking hysterical thing in the world.
“Against All Odds,” by Phil Collins, reminds me of this incident.
Man, I could go on all day, but those are just a start.
So what are some of the songs that stick with you?