I love
music.
So I'm listening to the radio... FM 100.3 (said with a deep, smooth voice)... (I was at work - it's easy listening for at work, that's why.) when "
She's like the wind" by Patrick Swayze started playing.
Think of it... (Sicily 1941... Just some Golden Girls humor -- sorry.)
"She's like the wind, through my trees." (really Patrick? Through your trees? Were those the best words you could come up with? Wait - are those even the right words?) "She rides the night next to me. She moves me through moonlight, only to burn me with the sun. She's taken my heart but she doesn't know what she's done!"
Such heartfelt pain.
(No - I had to look the lyrics up. But I do know enough to sing along in the car.) (A funny blog would be what lyrics do you think you know and always sing wrong? I thought that song, "
Don't forget me when I'm gone" was "Don't go camping when I'm gone." I was little. Ok - I just realized like two years ago. :))
The point is -- listening to Patrick croon away swept me right back to my eighth grade year, eating pizza at Gina's house, lying on her floor (being really allergic to her cat), watching movies until we would go up to her Kirk Cameron, Debbie Gibson and Garfield poster adorned room and sleep on her waterbed! Awesome.
Songs somehow have the power to transport (remember the movie the transporter? Oh, Colleen.) me back in time to a memory so specific that I can remember smells, sights, sounds, feelings... Amazing.
I hear the song, "
Dancing Queen" and I'm back in the yellow brick house having dance parties,
"
Ice, Ice Baby" and I'm on the stage at a ward talent show ( I still know some of the dance),
"
Tricky" and I see Suzanne dancing in the hallway,
"
I've had the time of my life" and I'm 12 years old again and in love with Scott Reed at a stake dance.
"
Nothing Compares 2 U" and I'm 14 and in my cool green and black outfit that was a little too short - but so cool -- dancing with Bryan Arazani at a different stake dance. Oh he was so cute. I thought I'd just die if that song ended.
"
Hot Pants Explosion" brings me all the feelings of freshman year at Ricks - homesickness, noodle overload, and it makes me want to say dog a lot for some reason.
I hear "
Cat's in the Cradle" and I can see the kitchen of our house in Princeton and even the kitchen radio, the white cupboards with the curtain over the bottom cupboards, the green silverware holder (there must be a name for that) and the enormous microwave (that we still have) that was so large (you can fit a turkey in it) it took up 1/4 of the kitchen. That song always made me so sad for the unfortunate relationship between the father and son... take time for your loved ones people!
I hear "
Break My Stride" and I'm at the Skate-a-Rama in a yellow leotard with a feather tutu with my mom doing aerobics. (I know you're thinking, "Oh Amy, you just dreamed that." No my friend. That was real.) (But I changed that so it didn't read like my mom was the one in the yellow leotard. Sorry, Mom!)
"
Cecilia" takes me right back to my high school turkey days, as does "
Trouble Me", "
Rainbow Connection" and "
WKRP in Cincinnati". Oh, such good times. (Speaking of which - Happy Birthday, Carrie!) There are so many more...
Ok - no one is probably enjoying my memories as much as I am. But I sure am! Go bust out your mix tapes and see how much you enjoy your own memories.
What songs make you remember?
Memories make me -- So happy.