the songs, they remind me

Journey songs remind me of Greg and more innocent times.

The 'Very' album by the Pet Shop Boys brings back memories of my time at FTP's Santa Clara office.

Killers remind me of At the Drive-in, which reminds me of Steve.

Great Big Sea reminds me of Ope and Kristen and love and acceptance and sharing.

70's funk reminds me of Jim.

Sir Mix-A-Lot reminds me of Susy. So does Men at Work.

Gwen Stefani's 'Hollaback' reminds me of Jen [because we mutually mock it].

Traditional Celtic music makes me think of my Dad.

Milla's album 'The Divine Comedy' brings back Todd and Wakefield.

Papa Roach, Linkin Park, Staind all bring back my 'anger metal' phase in the 'waking up' period after the divorce. Ahh, catharsis...

Peter Gabriel makes me think of Lisa. And the concert I went to with Vicky.

Erasure makes me think of Lisa too.

The Saw Doctors make me think of fun times and release and dancing and being part of it all.

'Electric Avenue' takes me back to that summer at the Dresden pool, hanging out with friends, growing up, trying to figure out life, the universe, and everything.

Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Games' makes me think of Amy, and Greg, and those blurred, painful, dark times in mid to late 2000.

Chris de Burgh brings Ian to the forefront, and memories of a person who helped a stranger who was hurting, who became not-a-stranger because of that selfless giving.

Pachelbel's 'Canon in D' always brings peace.

And the soundtrack of my life goes on...
Memories I thought were lost
Brought forward by a note, a beat, an intro
To a song I heard yesterday
Haven't heard in years
Last heard through tears
Or smiles or in quiet contemplation
In moments shared
Moments alone
Moments solo in a crowd
When a line makes it through
The noise and the murmur and the drone and the hum
Of everyday life and everyday thoughts and everyday distraction
Then the music filters through
And it takes me somewhere else
For a bit, for a beat
And the soundtrack of my life goes on...