Speak, Memory. This is a song that played on the radio during the last years of my parents’ marriage. I don’t remember any specific memory, but when I hear the song–waiting on line at the drug store, through a car’s open window–I go back to the sadness of that time. It is a piece of my history, more lasting than the other fragments that I can barely remember: clothes, comic books, towels, silverware. A song is not a thing to own (and to risk losing) like a book or an album, it runs deeper. It doesn’t even matter if you like the tune or not. It’s there. And there is nothing to be done about it.
that's a great photo, alex. hope it brings back some good memories!
yeah, a song - and music in general - can be a very powerful emotion and bring all types of past happenings flooding back.
my ex & i had an "album" and she, to this day, still can't listen to it and gets completely overcome simply by hearing the artist.
I believe I saw Seger years ago on Later with Costas discussing this song and it was written about his father. Oddly apropos, Alex. Funny how things work sometimes.
Also, I really liked what you wrote here.
1) Actually, brings back unhappy memories. 3) Thanks.
[4] oh. sorry to hear that... : (
5) No, no that's cool. The best thing about the past is that it's past. LOL