Well, I may have screwed up starting this thread. Now I will have to adjourn to the patio later and begin chronologically listening to the Boys From Liverpool and I have avoided most memory music making me melancholy (damn, the boy can flat out nail this alliteration thingy) but can't avoid that forever. The early Beatles weren't just music, they were the fabric of our lives and so much of our lives together involved their music.
When we first started dating, we used to go to the Pizza Hut because they didn't card and the two songs that were played on the jukebox the most were "Michelle" and "Norwegian Wood" and the night I proposed to her parking at the overlook of the Arkansas river, "Michelle' was playing on the radio. I think I might have to just bypass those two for now, if I get that far. Know how strong a connection to a song can be? I have not heard those two songs without smelling pizza since those days and when we made it at home, those two were always played.
Too many great songs put up here that have already evoked memories but at some point I must stop the past from haunting me and let it comfort me. Maybe I subconsciously started this thread? Maybe I had an unknown purpose? I am going to try visiting the past like a vacation, not living in it. We always like going on vacations but we must come back home.
You DID NOT screw up, CC. Speaking for myself. But I hear ya, re:”the pain” some of these songs conjur up. Lady Madonna can I only listen to on my most high flying days, or I go dark. I’ve spoke of this before here, in the music thread, and even recently.
And MAN, The Beatles, DEAD ON, have the same effect on me as your last paragraph. There are some of their songs that, when I listen to, crumble me to my knees out of pure sentimentality of the past (Lady Madonna isn’t the only one), as it was the love of my life (we’ll, my mom, too, but I digress) that guided me to this band. At times, I can’t remove the band from my past life and doings and encounters, as often it was the sound track of whatever we were up to. Gotta push past it, brother, as hard as it is. I’ll try taking my own advice
