Okay, so I’m sitting here in the car, and I just pulled out an old mix CD that I made back in the day, and the song Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles came on. Now, I’m not sure about anyone else, but that song for me sends the memories flooding back to just about every time that I’ve ever heard it. From the time I first heard it listening to a late night retro broadcast on New Rock Edge 102.1, to the time that I heard about that being the first video that MTV ever played, to the time when I first heard the remake of that song by the Presidents of the United States of America, to every car ride that I’ve ever been driving along and popped that song in and said, hey what about this one. I’m not sure what it is, but some songs just stick to me like that and others just completely run by me as a song, not as a memory. I think that’s what makes music so special, it is affiliated with your own memories, not like television or movies which are less likely to be constantly affiliated with specific personal memories.
It’s funny, I just was about to stop writing and then the next song came on the CD and it’s Bjork – Army of Me or whatever it’s called and I will always remember the first time that I reflected on that song with a few friends of mine at a Christmas party in Paul McLeod’s basement while playing pool. I can still remember the red pool table, and Paul’s rule that since his grandfather didn’t use or believe in using the rake, no one could unless they wanted to be kicked in the balls. Music and it’s memories, gotta love it.