I’ve said before that I have a terrible memory. I thought it was just childhood stuff, but then over the holidays I was having drinks with a few sorority sisters and they brought up an old friend from college. The conversation went a little like this:
“Who?” I asked with my face all scrunched up.
“You know that guy who dated Marci and was ALWAYS around.”
I shook my head.
“He was tall, had red hair, was in Chi Phi.”
I shook my head again.
“How can you not remember? He was ALWAYS around. What’s wrong with you?”
“I”m telling you, I have a terrible memory.”
After that conversation it’s been bugging me. How many important people or moments have I forgotten and WHY? Well today I read this post from @whyisdaddycryin and I started applying his technique. For me, I’d definitely say “music is the soundtrack of my life” and when I started thinking about music, all these memories started flashing through my head. So, I thought I’d share a few of them. (I am going to use first names here, it just feels more real that way.)
When I hear “Thriller,” “Beat it,” or “Billie Jean” I remember my obsession with Michael Jackson in 3rd grade and the hours I spent over at my next door neighbor, Jennifer’s, house waiting for any of those videos to play on MTV. And when I hear Culture Club, I remember my 9th birthday party at Showbiz Pizza Place where I walked around with my new boombox on my shoulder listening to Boy George sing “Karma Chameleon.”
Play me any song from Bon Jovi’s “Slippery When Wet” and I am back in the 6th grade jumping on my trampoline with Brandi, Jeff, and Randy with said boombox blaring the boys from Jersey.
Flash forward a few years when music becomes a bit more important and the memories fight for acknowledgement. Salt-n-Peppa’s “Push It” and I’m on the Mind Scrambler at The Pavillion in Myrtle Beach, SC with Stacia screaming my head off. Enter New Kids on the Block and we are spending hours up in the bonus room of Stacia and Stephanie’s house learning to dance just like the New Kids. (I bet we could still pull off “The Right Stuff” dance.)
Strike up a little Bel Biv Devoe and I am back in the jacuzzi at The Links Golf and Raquet Club with Christy and the cousins we met from Georgia.
If I hear or think of Grateful Dead “Fire on the Mountain” I’m with Laurie at Brandon’s house after school.
The Eagles (“Hotel California” especially) and I’m riding in Heather’s 69 convertible Firebird on our way to an AYSO soccer game.
Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chili Peppers (“Under the Bridge”), Nine Inch Nails, and Jane’s Addiction and I’m back in “the house” I spent almost every weekend of 11th grade hanging out in and trying to score a boyfriend (finally succeeded at the very end of the school year.)
Play some Eric Clapton and I am on my senior trip to Myrtle Beach riding around in James’ Volkswagen with Laurie and Benji in the backseat.
“I Melt With You” and I’m at the Rainbow Deli at the Arboretum singing karaoke for the very first time with Amy. Anything from “The Chronic” by Dr. Dre and Amy and I are in our dorm room warming up for a night of dancing at the Pterodactyl. “Gin and Juice” by Snoop and we are at the Sea Gypsy Inn on the beach with Chris, Scott, Mike and a few others. “Vacation” by the Go-Go’s and I’m sitting in Amy’s blue Ford Probe during a Moore Hall fire drill.
“Trippin Billies” by Dave Matthews Band plays and I’m visiting Toby at NC State and trekking across the dew covered soccer field in the middle of the night.
Alanis Morrisette reminds me of my Spring Break trip to NY with Kristin, “Calling Baton Rouge” by Garth Brooks takes me back to the A-Town apartment sitting next to the only boot-wearing, Stetson-owning “cowboy” I was ever attracted to, Joe Cocker makes me think of Graem (the ZTA most eligible bachelor of 94), Alien Antfarm’s cover of “Smooth Criminal” reminds me of the gym friend that used to walk around Bally’s with his headphones blaring and his head bopping, Shaggy’s “It Wasn’t Me” reminds me of teaching second grade at Leawood Elementary and how I wasn’t sure what was more disturbing, that my kids knew and liked the song or that Mrs. Richardson did.
And of course there are so many memories of Mark that are sparked when I think of music. Jane’s Addiction “Kettle Whistle” reminds me of our trip to Atlanta where I was actually 50 feet (or less) away from Perry Ferrell, Dave Navarro, and Flea. “Easy” by Lionel Richie reminds me of watching Mark as the sexy frontman of K-Blu-E. The Verve’s “Lucky Man” reminds me of Mark’s attempts at teaching me to play the guitar (he’s a great teacher, I’m a terrible student). “Rehab” by Amy Whinehouse and “Sex on Fire” by Kings of Leon remind me of the funny lyrics he comes up with to make songs appropriate for our girls. (“Oscar needs to take a flea bath, but he says no, no, no” and “Lilly don’t pee on the tire”)
So those are some of my music memories…would love to hear a few of your’s.