Happy With Myself?

Memory...

What makes a memory? I enjoy music a good deal; this song by Over the Rhine is amazing. Music to me is just a weaving, looping, overlapping language that touches different parts of my memory. I loved making a playlist. It took me too long, but I loved every minute of it. "Nightswimming" takes me back to 8th grade and an obsession with REM. I learned the piano part by listening to it so many times. "If I had a Million Dollars" reminds me of Joy Wheat (Baker) and my first year in college wasting time and listening to great music, cutting class to go to the beach, and not paying attention to the clutch going out in the Datsun. "Candy for Breakfast" reminds me of Joy, too cause she could swing dance really good. We would hang out and go to a Swing Club at Disney (sounds lame but it wasn't) and I would watch in disbelief as she was lifted up and basically flung around all over the place. I learned a little, but could stand a few more lessons. Anything by Squirrel Nut Zippers reminds me of Michelle my Darling Quinn and being absolutely insane with her and Missy at Southeastern. "It Had to Be You" reminds me of my mother and watching "When Harry met Sally" with her and my sister. Mom ignited my love for Harry Connick Jr. (pretty much for music in general) and I have loved him ever since. "Anthony" reminds me of Maggie Sharp singing for the talent show and how cute those Sharp kids looked on stage. They're such ANGELS! "Mockingbird" reminds me of my own humanity and how much of a mess I am. "Istanbul" is just a great silly song. I wanted to just put a million songs on there, I'll probably just have to make another playlist soon.

I'm just listening now to "Blackbird". One of my husband's favorite Beatles songs. Memories lap on my mind and leave a dazed look on my face and a smile on my mouth. I love music. Sweet Dreams.