That song reminds me of

This is sad. Can you not listen to "Itchykoo Park" or "MacArthur Park" without connecting to the intentions of the authors? NOTE: These are just two flip off the top-of-the-top-off-my-head '60's goofy pop references. I could give you a million more with time. In fact, if you professed to be emotionally unmoved by Hendrix's "Axis Bold as Love" or Buffalo Springfield's "For What it's Worth", I would have to question whether you can achieve any level of emotional cognizance with music. I cannot imagine living, working, studying, etc, without music in the background. HS and college classes were a pain in part because they were delivered in a musical desert.

 

I just heard "Rikki don't lose that number" and immediately flashed back to the first time I heard it on the radio, riding in my buddy's old Nova convertible. We were crossing the Penobscot River on the bridge from Brewer to Bangor. The DJ didn't bother giving the name of the band, so I had to listen to a load of top-40 crap on the radio until I heard it again and noted the name so I could look for the album.

Hearing "Time of the Season" by the Zombies makes me think of when I heard it for the second time. I was in the car with my father, headed into Skowhegan and the DJ said that the first person to show up at the studio and ID the band would get a 45 of the song. I persuaded my father to pull over on Water Street so I could run up to the studio and snagged the 45. It was a distinctive sound, and the name "Zombies" stuck the first time I heard the song. Another thing in my favor was that the studio was upstairs in a non-descript brick building downtown. I had been there to be interviewed on air some weeks before, but I'll bet that most of the resident kids in that town had no idea where the studio was.

There's a ton more, including associations between songs and particular people. Often when I grab my guitar and play a song, I flash back to some venue and picture the person who requested it, or someone who came up to me later and said how much they enjoyed the song.

 

Thank you! That was a goofy song and I only mentioned it because it was so annoying to hear everybody try to cover it. It was bad enough when Richard Harris performed it initially (his rendition of Dimming of the Day is stunning, by the way) but when Leonard Nimoy sang it, pop music had plunged to new lows.

 

Why would someone leave the cake out in the rain?

 

I don't think I have your extreme form of this (maybe I'm heterozygous for that trait ), but for most songs, yeah, I don't have any associations like that, but never considered it something I should worry about missing. Only a few songs have any effect on reminding me of things if they were consciously associated with an event that had a deep emotional impact. But, even then, it's pretty rare. When I hear some couple talking about "their song" because it was the one playing on the radio when they had their first kiss, or something like that, I just sit there thinking, "You actually noticed what was on the radio when you had your first kiss?" :uhh:

 

One of the cheesy ones that I still like is "Tonight She Comes" by the Cars. I really hate their synth sound and programmed drums, but Elliott Easton's guitar lead on that song is incredible - his best ever! That song never even made it onto an album until their "Best of" compilation was released.

 

Whenever I hear "I've Got Your Love" by Boz Skaggs, I always think of a friend of mine. She wanted to marry her live-in boyfriend and start a family, but he had been through a really messy divorce a few years before and was really gun-shy. She and I worked together for a few years and I used to bring in CDs and she really liked that CD and that song. Eventually, he popped the question, and when she organized her wedding, that was the first song played at the reception, and she and her new husband danced to it.

https://www.amazon.com/Come-Home-Boz-Scaggs/dp/B000000WDG

That song also features the richest, sweetest guitar lead on the whole album.

 

the beatles - maxwells silver hammer

LOL!

 

Beige....I think we'll paint the ceiling beige...

 

Perhaps you need a mural up there if she's noticing the paint. Or else, tell her to just roll over.

 

As a young man, I met a Greek woman in Israel. We did not speak each other's native language and only spoke a little Hebrew. We took a walk at night and were stopped by a couple of police on patrol. They asked what we were doing and she spoke to them in French, something like "Nous en fait une promenade." I never heard such a mundane activity described in such a striking way. I am reminded of this event anytime I hear the song "Nights in White Satin." because I first met her at a party where I also first heard this song.