That little baseball ditty takes me back to Dodger stadium and I'm seven years old with my Big Sister(Part of the organization Big Bro/Sis of America). I went quite frequently and had a crush on Steve Sax. He was the cutest to me and even at that age I liked his tush. I still have my autographed baseball and Steve Sax's name is still there even though it has faded over time.
Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses was my introduction into heavy metal by my best friend Jessica. At the time it was pure torture, it was the music she put on to clean up the apartment and I helped. Eventually it grew on me and now I love a old GNR and crank it up.
Anytime I hear classical music I think of my grandpa(my L.A. cowboy), he used to let me sit on his lap while he drove his Rolls Royce on the freeway. This was pre seat belt laws. I thought it was awesome, now I know this was just plain crazy. He was such an important part of my life and the events of his death became a defining moment that I will further blog about titled Sliding Doors.
The Pretty In Pink soundtrack was the tape that I played in my bright yellow Sony Walkman. I remember walking home from grade school and this boy Raymond following me on his bike. He just wanted to know where I lived. We ended up boyfriend and girlfriend until this new girl Lark appeared on the scene and kissed using her tongue. I still have good memories though because that was the apartment directly across from the park. I used to use the gym stage to dance and watch while Tony Danza would play basketball with the neighborhood boys. I had my favorite banana seat bike and would chase the ice cream man for blocks with money I had shaken from my piggy bank.
Born In the USA by Bruce Springsteen brings back memories of my very first concert and I loved wearing my t-shirt of "The Boss". It was just a picture of his jeans clad rear with a faded red ball cap peeking out.
The album Tuesday Night Club by Sheryl Crow reminds me of John Grisham books. I used to have the CD on repeat while reading, I was introduced to these books by a good friend in high school who took me to see the movie Pelican Brief or maybe it was The Firm. Anyway he had to explain what was going on and I decided to read them because he was so enthused by them. I ended up on a nonstop reading addiction until one day I decided I was done with"law". Next author and now next song.
Madonna brings up many memories in each of her songs but Bedtime Stories was the CD that my bff of high school played in her car. We did everything together and she basically provided all of my high school transportation. The stories that we share could be content for a series of blogs, we were the party planners and always had these outlandish ideas and then a Top Ten list of reasons why they didn't come to fruition. Why we ever thought we could build a sand volleyball court in a couple days, I'll never know.
So in the 90's the movie Reality Bites come out and there is this song by Squeeze called Tempted 1994. My first official serious boyfriend sang this song in his red VW Bug. I had to pry it out of him, he really had self-esteem issues and I was glad when it finally ended. I thought he was so cool, he was 21 and the manager of the movie theater. I remember when I first met him he was wearing these bowling shoes and had a dragon tattoo. In my 16 year old mind I thought he was so daring. Turns out, not so much. I used to tell him J'taime which was french for I love you. He thought it was cute but really it didn't have the meaning that the English form had for me, really I could tell anyone J'taime and it would be no big deal. He took the break up hard, I feel bad about that. I definitely used the 'rip the band-aid' approach on that relationship. On to the next!
Keep Your Hands to Yourself by Georgia Satellites and it's high school heartbreak all over again, but in a good way. I find myself not dwelling on the bad but on the fun memories. This boyfriend proves Karma exists and definitely set me straight for the relationship that was to follow. I had this unbelievable chemistry with my high school heartbreak and I always imagined that if we had gotten any closer that everything around us would have gone up in flames. Put the fire extinguishers away, if was not meant to be. Lesson learned!
Strawberry Wine by Deanna Carter was the song that played constantly on the radio traveling from Bloomington to rush home every weekend into the arms of my first lover. Since then there have been numerous songs that remind me of the relationship that I have with my husband. But that one song takes me back to when it was all new and the pain of being away from him was only extinguished once I was in his arms.
While I was in labor for my third child which entailed a speeded entrance into the emergency room and some music awards on the television. While I was panting and feeling the heat rise from labor, Nelly comes on stage and starts singing Hot in Herre. I found this incident so funny and started laughing because it was getting hot in there and in the song it makes these panting noises. I have no idea why I was watching the awards, the only thing I can say is that I was really great at labor and delivery. If I could bottle it up and sell it, I would make a FORTUNE!
I have a million more stories just like these ones, I could have made an ongoing series. I think it's fun to recall those memories and put them down on paper or in a blog. For me music could tell the story of my life. So I will leave you with my favorite jogging play list and maybe one of these songs will become your memory to recall.
Tree Shuffle
Chemical Calisthenics-Blackalicious
Kiss Off- Violent Femmes
Justify-Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Nike Boots- Wale
A Rush Of Blood To The Head-Coldplay
Tape Song- The Kills
Meds- Placebo
Spaz-N*E*R*D
Beautiful- Eminem
Church- T-Pain
Chop Suey!- System of a Down
When Did This Storm Begin-Shiny Toy Guns
Are You The One?- The Presets
Pushing Me Away-Linkin Park
Tore My Heart-Oona
Streets On Fire-Lupe Fiasco
Michael Jordan- Five For Fighting
I Can't Do It Alone- 3OH!3
Swing Ya Rag-T.I. Feat. Swizz Beatz.
Direction-Interpool
ENJOY!
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