I was driving North yesterday, and when I turned on the radio a song called “Friends” was playing. (That song was like the “Call Me Maybe” of the mid-80s — except about 5000% less annoying.) And whoa! Suddenly the present melted away and I was sixteen again… dancing in a disco called Stargazer and squeeing over some boy.
I remember the feeling, but I don’t remember the boy anymore. Or maybe I do and I’m just not telling. You’ll never know for sure, will you? hehe. Shut up, I’m married now.
Anyway I was thinking about how amazing it is, how music can bring back such vivid, powerful memories — so much so that your heart actually still hurts when you hear the soundtracks of your angst-filled teenage breakups…
Sigh. Such drama. My brother Butch claims he once saw me stabbing my pillow with an imaginary knife, but let’s just assume that was a vicious LIE, shall we?
I don’t even know WHY anyone would want to voluntarily remember themselves in 80s. It was a rather embarrassing era.
And let’s not forget there were no cellphones or internet then (GASP! THE HORROR!) so we had to use regular old clunky phones to talk to boys til the wee hours of the morning…
I can barely believe there was a time when my phone calls lasted more than 5 minutes and didn’t end with “Just text/email me the details..”, but there you go… Music will do that to you. Whether you like it or not, it’ll always remind you of all the best and worst moments of your life.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I think it’s marvelous, embarrassing 80s moments and all. What about you? Feel free to share a song and a memory! :)