Thursday, April 19, 2007

Take Me Back There

Smells and Sounds and the Wind.

They connect me to so many things.

A guitar rift can make me tear up within seconds, and I'm there again.

The smell of a summer evening, with a breeze that makes it feel like it wants to embrace you...that kills me.

The thought of lake Michigan, and how it smells in early June, and I'm connected.

Coldplay's Til Kingdom Comes is such a powerful song to me. Only one other person knows why. I saw them play that live at their concert and I cried and cried and cried right there as I clung tightly to the person I was with because of how much those words in that song really mean everything to my heart. (it still makes me cry.)

Natalie Merchant's Kind and Generous takes me back just a few months, when I felt God sent me an angel in a woman who helped me to rebuild myself. I would love for her to hear it someday.

Wayne Wonder's No Letting Go reminds me of the summer of 2003 when I branched out of my little shell and partied with an amazing group of friends.

Aerosmith's I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing reminds me of my first puppy love.

Monica's For You I Will reminds me of my cousin and how we thought that replacing "I will cross the ocean for you" with "I will piss an ocean for you" surely displayed more love.

Fergie's Fergalicious brings to mind a new friend that I wish all the best for.

Madonna's Like a Prayer (the remix) instantly makes me happy and dance-y and smiley at the thought of one of the most high-spirited, unforgettable guy I have ever met. Soon he will be in Chicago again for good, and I will be one very very busy gal on the weekends :) Well, more than I am now.

Dido's Take My Hand. I gave it to someone once as a gift. That's the last time it will ever be given out to anyone.

Pedro Infante's Amorcito Corazon takes me back to when I was 3, with a little lisp, and a boyish hair-cut.

Bright Eyes' First Day of My Life takes me back to April 2005 when I hoped to one day feel like this song said.

Sia's Breathe Me- Fall 2006, everyone was sad it seemed.

I could go on. Really, I could go on for hours with songs that remind me of exact minutes and riding in the car alone, or with somebody, or a season, or a year! I could go on. But I won't.

Memories fade.

That is not in question.

But when they're not supposed to, there will almost always be something that won't let you...like a guitar rift.