I think that there is something like that in the movie "High Fidelity". Aaron and I could name off probably a double cd collection of "How we felt when this song was out" or "When I hear this song I want to...". That is the enjoyment/curse of music. To this day I can't get through "Amazing Grace" without tearing up. It was what was played walking into the church at my Grandpa's funeral.

I could write an entire post like that. "X song makes me think of..." Or, pick a time in my life and list at least one song that I identify with that era.

Smells do that, too. I don't have as good of a memory for those, though. Maybe it's that I don't even notice them until I smell them again later, and even then I'm not sure exactly what it is, but I know what it reminds me of. Or that it's familiar. Weird.

Anytime I hear anything from Counting Crows' "August and Everything After" or Gin Blossoms' "New Miserable Experience", I die a little.

In the summer of 1994 I worked at the Dragon's Inn at Cedar Point. Certain nights I would close with this girl named Amber who would always bring her boombox and a dubbed cassette; each respective side carrying the albums I just mentioned. We played both sides at least twice a night and easily 3 times a week for the few months I worked there that summer...and I can't say I minded.

Anything that reminds me of my summers at Cedar Point bring so much joy and so much pain at the same time. I don't just remember times working, I also remember the times I came home and hung out with Fries et al. Good times.

K... rambling done!

Music has it's powers. That why I wanted to be a music therapist. Life changes, but music still helps me cope w/ problems.