I've been taking my MP3 player to work with me, so I have some tunes to listen to during my lunch, especially if the weather is pleasant enough to go outside for a walk. It's done the job, making the time a little more enjoyable. Some of the songs, though, remind me of my college days, and indeed have made me think about my relationship with music in general. There are a lot of songs, sometimes entire albums, that I associate with certain events or times in my life. They make me think about things that maybe I shouldn't, wondering how my life would be if some things had happened differently.
It's said that smell is the sense most strongly tied to memory. There are times when I agree with that. But I also wonder where music fits into the picture. Certainly my love of music has an influence on my life, and therefore on my memory, and the two are closely tied together. One will trigger the other.
Ever since high school, if not earlier, there would be time when certain things would jog my memory and put a song in my head. I don't mean just hearing a snippet of a song, or thinking you hear the song, or hearing or reading the lyrics. Sometimes things that are seemingly unrelated will do the same thing.
An excellent and current example is the book I'm currently reading, Knife of Dreams. For some reason it makes me think of Street of Dreams by Rainbow.
Likewise, As I Lay Dying by Faulkner would frequently make me think of In My Time of Dying by Led Zeppelin. And I've never even read the book.
Stuff like this happens to me all the time. It confuses Maryanne to no end. She's pretty much given up on asking me how I get from Point A to Point B.
Mood: Thoughtful
Music: Joe Cocker: "Cry Me a River"
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