FlexGunship said:
MmmBop by Hanson. Unwilling to discuss the specific memories for fear of infractions.
This song was one of the most efficient fund raising songs ever. Numerous schools, organizations, radio stations, etc would play this song once per hour, every hour, until monetary donations, food donations, etc, reached some specific goal. Worked like a charm!
Considering that aspect of the song, I can only imagine you trapping some poor girl in the elevator and playing that song over and over until she submits to your will.
"Lovin You" by Minnie Riperton elicits specific memories for me. It brings back memories of a hitch hiking trip to California.
A black couple, also on their way to California picked me up along with a Native American and a hippie. The guy let the girl come along because he needed someone to share traveling expenses, but constantly made sure the girl knew there was no chance of them having a relationship once they reached California. The girl was obviously coming along because, regardless of their agreement, she was sure she would land this guy by time they reached California and she constantly played a Minnie Riperton tape during the night just to put him in a more romantic mood.
The van was having troubles and the couple stopped to get a new carburetor in Amarillo. While waiting for service, the guy was browsing the new tires and the girl forbid him from buying new tires, since they absolutely had to replace the carburetor. Naturally, we left the shop with 4 new tires and a can of carburetor cleaner.
The van's engine was accessed through the center console, so, by time we reached Tucumcari, everyone but the driver had passed out and he was on his way out. The driver pulled over so we could get some fresh air and figure out where we were. The Native American was nearly killed when he fell down trying to run across the highway. That made us decide we needed a good break, so we pulled into a restaraunt. The girl started walking in circles and passed out in the parking lot. The entire time, the rednecks in the restaraunt watched us through the window and stared at us the whole time we were eating.
Eventually, we all did reach Los Angeles in spite of a bad carburetor and horrible crosswinds driving across Nevada and California. I credit the new tires for us arriving safely. I'm also pretty sure the girl wound up getting her guy, since she had to have gotten to him pretty good for him to buy new tires just to spite her. And, best of all, I got to listen to that song over ... and over ... and over ... and over ...
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