Songs are funny things. I woke up this morning and I remember from last night that I had left Mimosa's ipod on the desk by the bed. So, I start listening to some Regina Spektor. In particular, the song On the Radio.
What's funny about that song is that when I was Palo Alto, I used to listen to that song at 1am in the morning, when I was down and depressed. I'd be walking the streets of Menlo Park at midnight with my iphone headphones on, dancing to On the Radio. What struck me when listening to it again, was how vivid those memories were, the feeling of being out in the cold on Middlefield road just dancing.
It's funny how songs do that. Most of my songs have places like that, some more vivid than others. The techno song Breathe always brings me back to driving the highways around Reno with Tonja in her Subaru Impreza. We'd just be chatting or bantering or whatever, and I'd just be enjoying the moment, watching the lights of the city through the reflections on the car.
Stronger by Kanye West brings me back to Boston, driving home in the snow from Harvard Square after a long coding session with Adam. It's funny, most of the places of these songs aren't these grand events, they're just the places I listened to those songs many times. I suppose it's because when I hear a good song for the first time, I just loop it until it sinks in. Bust a move by Infected Mushroom, I must have played that a million times. That song lives in my dorm room senior year in Ziv. I remember I used to listen to that song with all the lights off, the volume up high with my Sony studio monitors on and my visualizer on full screen... yeah, those were good times.
Edit: Hiren reminded me of two others songs. I've Got a Feeling, the Beatles song covered by Beck (or someone like that), and Edit by Regina Spektor, both songs we've sung (and screamed) in Hiren's car on the way back from Mountain View or Palo Alto downtown after a crazy restaurant meal whose food Hiren would often dislike.
