Plus my personal memories are often associated with a particular song. I will hear a song on the radio, and suddenly I am transported to an event in my life that took place 50 years ago,when that song happened to be playing! Instant association. Happens all the time! I an put myself back in my childhood best friend's bedroom, listening to the Kingston Trio sing about lemon trees and talking about cute boys, or in another friend's basement playroom, jumping from couch to couch as we belted out the lyrics to "That's Amore!" along the song on the radio. Makes me smile.
I do this song-association thing constantly. When I'm in the car with my husband, and we drive past the nearby Schroon River, I'm instantly belting out "Moon River" (but subbing Schroon for Moon, of course). Or "We'll be Coming Round the Mountain" when we are, obviously, driving around a mountain. And so on. My husband has learned to cope... Just smiles and keeps driving.
My son is very musical. He is now an adult, in the professional world, but continues to play in a band (The Functionals) with longtime friends and and band-mates from both high school and college. Here they are below at a recent gig. They are raucous, and loud. My son is the skinny bass player on the left. I could attach an audio clip, but I don't want to blow out your eardrums. Use the link above to hear some hard-driving rock and roll.
Anyhow, nowadays the Beatles play prominently in my personal soundtrack. When I'm kayaking across the lake, and a strong wind pops up and I need to turn up the power, I sing Beatles songs at the top of my lungs while I paddle. Is there anyone who doesn't know the lyrics to every Beatles song? Or when I look in the water while I'm paddling, and see clouds reflected, I find myself singing Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" (the line about "clouds in my coffee"). Every time. Seriously. Which is weird because the lake does not look like coffee, and I never drink coffee anyhow.
Or "See-Saw, Marjorie Daw" (what does that mean, anyhow?). And I realize that my son knows none of them. Or the singsong rhymes of my childhood, or word association songs my mom taught me. They will all be gone with me. It definitely saddens me.