Tag: Music

Song as a Memory Finder

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This week, there is a prompt  about a song that really affects us, and while I don’t have the obsession over music that some people have, I do have one song that… I don’t know.  I have a visceral reaction to it.  The first 20 seconds of Pearl Jam’s  “Nothingman,” affects me like I didn’t know a song could. Even as I listen right now, as I sit here and write this… My heart clutches and it’s hard to breathe. I close my eyes and shudder a bit. I feel like a balloon with the air suddenly sucked out.

No matter where I am or what I’m doing, when I hear this song, I’m immediately back in a darkened house in the dark wee hours of the morning. I was a different person that night and at that point in my life. Though I didn’t know it then, it was the lowest I would ever be – the night before the accident. The accident that nearly killed me. The accident I would give anything to have not had.

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Cool Songs for Cool Kids

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“Here. I made you a mix tape.”

Wow. What would I put on a mix tape for a new friend – this is an important question. Making a mix tape has never been a joke; it’s a serious business.  It not only comments on you, but it also communicates some assumptions to the person to whom you’re giving the tape.

First, what length tape will you give them?  30 minutes a side?  45 minutes a side? I think there were even some tapes that were an hour on each side. Then, you need the right equipment.  You can’t record off the radio onto a mix tape. No. The whole point of a mix tape is that the person have the whole song, unadulterated by radio personality bla-di-blah. So you have to take it directly off the CD or another cassette (that doesn’t have radio crap on it.) If you don’t have a clean version, don’t add it.

Here’s what I’d put:

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Remember the time… I only wanted to be with you?

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I am now coming to an age when I have lots of memories, like a basket of chestnuts to turn over a bored fire. Some memories are painfully embarrassing, though I suppose I should enjoy it though; this is the marrow of my life, and those days are not coming back. Which is sometimes for the better, as there are certain things I don’t need to live twice.

Like the first concert I went to….

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Akeed ragaa w law bainy w baino blad – 5 min stream-of-consciousness

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I frequently listen to Indian and Arabic music; I just love it.  Unfortunately, I can’t sing along to that kind of music because I don’t know the words.

I love to sing along to things, especially when I’m in the car, especially Tina Turner. Goldeneye.

This guy in the office is such a jerk. How can he stand to be inside himself; he bitches about everything.  And can’t he pick up social cues that he talks too long?

But back to music

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