Some songs just burn a memory into your mind. Three seconds in, you’re back. Completely transported. Standing still. Eyes closed. The air, the smell, the lighting, the mood, your age, the breeze in the room. The people. The sound. The real world evaporates. Suddenly lucid.
My living room was glowing when I arrived home this afternoon.
These are the strongest, most visceral:
Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up – Frank Zappa, Joe’s Garage
Preparing This is Our Youth by Kenneth Lonergan. Once for scene study in 2007, once doing tech side for Havana Theatre production in 2008. Couldn’t find it on iTunes (still not on there!), had to buy it off some sketchy Russian music download site. This song in particular out of all the songs I have, is something special.
Painter Song – Norah Jones, Come Away with Me
Lights off, white icicle christmas lights on. My room. Just the coziest, glowiest situation ever. One of my last distinct bedroom memories before moving out of my parents’ house. Painting flowers on the wall. Betta named Opus in a little tank. Freshly plucked lavender on a sill. Green windowshade.
Hit ‘Em Up Style – Blu Cantrell, So Blu
High school. Volleyball trip to the island. A 15 passenger van and a chauffeur who swung the steering wheel to the beat whilst driving on the freeway. Scared the hell out of me but oh what fun.
Soft Light – David Darling, 8 String Religion
VFS days. Warm up. Movement. Freedom. Breath. Blackness. Warmth. Touch.
One of the Brightest Stars – James Blunt, All the Lost Souls
Broughton Street Apartment 2007, downtown vancouver, every detail of my little piece of cheap rent shithole independent paradise. The light of the late summer afternoon. The breeze, the birds. The cats. The sound of my mirrored closet doors. The dark. The drunkenness. The insomnia. The fire (yes, real fire). The taste of lychee. The sensitive plant on the windowsill. All my books.