The Soundtrack Of Our Lives

When Bill and I were dating in the early 80's, one of our favorite things to do (besides the obvious, LOL) was get in the old Mustang, crank up the music, and cruise. Bill recently bought himself a 1969 Fastback and I've been downloading some cruising music for him and we started talking about what music means to us. It turns out we have totally different views of what it means..I like his way of looking at it better than mine.

When I hear songs, it brings back memories of sitting in my beanbag in my room, the blacklight shining on the cool psychedlic posters on my wall, and the music cranked up on the old stereo as loud as my parents can stand it. I could kick back for hours and just jam! I also remember my friends and I calling KMMK radio over and over to request songs. The DJ (I THINK his name was John Ricoh) got so used to us calling he started putting us on the radio pretty often.

When Bill hears music, almost every song brings back a memory of when he first heard it or where he heard it most often. For example, Fire Lake by Bob Segar brings back the memory of driving down the dirt road heading towards the Rock Pit...his girl (me) by his side and a friend sitting in the back seat. Some songs he remembers hearing when he was sitting out in his favorite spot in the field when he was younger, listening to them on the transistor radio with his friends. I love to play the songs from our past and hear him tell a story or memory about each one....