This one always reminds me of the day my father died.
Walking down to the Expo '86 grounds in Vancouver (in 86, of course), zonked out on shrooms, and just before we got there we walked by a dude with a blaster on his shoulder that was blaring “Low Rider”, which became my theme of our Expo exploits.
The Unforgiven, I Hear The Call reminds me of a Mountain Air concert I went to. It was early in the morning, they were the first band, and I was nearly the only person there.
ZZ Top headlined what seemed like a week later.
I’m likely to lose this challenge, due to computer
Since the board is still really wonky for me, I won’t link to the video, but we listened to a lot of Rod Stewart (??) while planning our wedding. So, every time I hear “Maggie May,” I remember all the excitement and stress and promise and fear and love.
David Lee Roth - A Lil’ Aint Enough. This song entered heavy rotation on the rock radio station right around the time that Operation Desert Storm began in January '91. The station also read Gulf War bulletins in between song blocks, so I always associate this song with that.
Guess I’ll have to go back 47 years. This is Sly & the Family Stone, Dance to the Music, at Woodstock.
(Except the original wasn’t in Mono, and came with a few unmistakable aromas.)
2003 at a kind of weird party but with a big dance floor. Two dear friends and I decide to just dance and this was on:
I first heard the song Viva the Beautiful Game During the Yankees/Mets Subway World Series in the year 2000. I rewrote the lyrics to Viva The Yankees and Mets.
They’re our teams and we support them.
Who’ll be the first team to win four?
This isn’t the election, it’s more important.
So to hell with Bush and to hell with Gore.
“Cult Of Personality” by Living Colour
October 28, 2003…the Halloween game for the Carolina Hurricanes that year/season, an early birthday gift (with my birthday being in three days), and the BEST DAMN game I ever attended between my seats (originally ten rows behind the Canes’ bench, but a friend and I got to move down to just three(!!!) rows) and the game itself consisting of a shutout and a natural hat trick (by Josef Vasicek…may he RIP 
) by the home and favorite team. They played “Cult Of Personality” sometime during the third period, and it just put that much more of an exclamation point on a thoroughly terrific night.
(I swear I’m not going to just post classical/opera in these threads.)
Brahms Requiem. I sing with the St. Louis Symphony Chorus. We did the Brahms Requiem last season in the fall. At the performance, just after intermission, after the orchestra had tuned and more or less exactly when the maestro had gestured to the chorus to stand, a Michael Brown flash-mob protest started in the house. Banners unfurled from the balcony, and perhaps forty people stood up and sang a protest song (the specific song escapes my memory). I was very confused at first.
“Living in America”, by James Brown, reminds me of the one and only time I went down to Point State Park on July 4th for the fireworks and festivities. A few friends and I, including a young lady I kind of had a crush on, hung out at The Point for 4 or 5 hours before the fireworks started, and one of the local rock stations was blaring music the whole time. They also had the fireworks choreographed (sort of) to a music track, which featured a lengthy remix of Brown’s song and a way-too-indulgent use of the part where he sang, “Pittsburgh, PA!”
A great time and fond memory.
“Get Ready” by Rare Earth reminds me of the night I lost my virginity. 3:30 AM on a warm autumn night, and I had just dropped her off at her mother’s house when it came on the radio. It’s a long song, and it played me all the way home.
This one has been a challenge
Of course now that I’m posting something I’ll start to remember other songs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8s9dmuAKvU
I had just had my tonsils taken out and snippets of this song were in my head. I had never heard the song before and it was making me crazy wondering where it had come from. Finally I heard it on the radio.
I’ve heard that some surgeons play music during surgeries, so perhaps my surgeon was a fan.
Long Gone Day by Mad Season reminds me of my 1987 Escort, driving with a friend down the road in the summer of 1997.
Kind of a time and a place, but there it is.
When I hear Blue Cheer do 'Summertime Blues I remember sitting on the floor of the Fillmore in '67 getting blasted by the real thing. Those amps did go to 11 !
First of all let me say, let me say it dosh garn it, that is sad, that that is sad. I give you my condolences for his loss.
But, (shit I can’t, I can’t say “but” because that sounds like I am dismissing your loss of your dad and that makes me feel like an asshole, but (well here we go again) I don’t know how else to transition the story, so here we go, me being the a-hole)
I too have an Enya story. Though not as sad as Idles.
Once, in High School, me, my brother and his friend skipped school to just go driving around town.
And we went by a Nudist Colony that, surprisingly, wasn’t too far out of town.
We drove in to the entrance, where there was a guy stationed at a “toll booth ticket booth” thing, and we stopped and then immediately drove the hell out of there because we saw the “Nudist” people.
Now the good news of that story was we got to see a 70+ year old ladys’ boobies. Which was cool, because boobies are boobies amirite? High Five! I love you!
But personally I had mad respect for that lady. If you wanna let em hang out there then let em hang my sweetness.
This goes for you guys too and your own boobies. Let em swing baby!
And on that day we were listening to Enyas’ “Paint the Sky with Stars” album. So I will link to my favorite track:
Though I will say that Orinoco Flow is a close second.
I will
I totally forgot what I was going to say up there in that last line, I was editing all the crap up before it because I suck at typing.
Call your mother, she loves you and misses you.
And don’t be too hard on yourself.
You are a beautiful person and you deserve all the love and respect because you are you.
Continue to be you. And love you.
I love you.
Drunky, I have no idea what’s going on with you lately, but Namasté, you adorable smurf you.
There’s a song that really creeps my sister out in a visceral way that for a long time I didn’t understand. But I think I figured it out.
One day in 1984 we were called to the hospital as our Dad was getting worse and nearing his time. We lived a long way from town, so it was a harrowing 30 minute drive there. The radio was playing but we were all silent. I think this song was playing at some stage through the drive, and now my sister associates it with our Dad’s death.
(I actually like the song, and the video has particular… appeal.)
No one but me cares, but I meant to indicate the entire summer was the event I was referring to. It was special for reasons to difficult to explain here.
Sia - Chandelier Reminds me of a con I went to a couple years ago. I attended a late-night panel run by some friends, and ended up drinking with a couple that had a large bottle of Coke with all kinds of alcohol in it. I accidentally offended a guy I was trying to impress, watched a shirtless Wolverine cosplayer dance in the convention center concourse while cheering him on, and was eventually put on the shuttle back to my hotel by the people I drank with. When I got back, all I could do was lie around watching TV with the people I was rooming with, and eventually this song came on MTV. It was the first time I heard it, and it fit the occasion perfectly, in my opinion. I also remember I was cosplaying Revy from Black Lagoon that night, and we watched the episode where she goes to a church and drinks with some violent nuns.