Listening to U2 makes me wish I had the time to get the Red One serviced. The circuitry is still faulty and the strings are as brittle as dead leaves. The frets are pretty worn out too the last time I touched it. But I think the fact that I was reminded of it keeps me wanting to make more tunes as soon as I get the time.
Music drags out memories when your life has a great soundtrack. I think mine has a pretty decent one. Listening to The Script now reminds me of my stint at D&N earlier this year, and the stateliness of the Supreme Court; I played their album front to back on the way to the office every morning. Listening to Powerspace reminds me of classroom life in Year 4; there was a time we ceaselessly tried to sing Right On, Right Now. We failed of course, and eventually ran out of breath. But even that sense of comic futility was evoked with a mere play button.
It's interesting how the brain generates these associations. Daniel Levitin has much to say on this, and hopefully I will read of it soon. Meanwhile, I should probably expand my repertoire. I suppose in theory, listening to the same song over and over again would continue to 'attach' new memories to the same tune as the days go by. Perhaps I'll be overwhelmed with a chronology of sentiments if I hear that particular track a long time from now. Otherwise, I might simply be left feeling very confused.
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