There’s this weird thing about senses – even though we get most of our information through our eyes, scent and sound are much better for memory recall. And so, this week’s question, about a song that brings back an interesting memory from youth, is a strange hybrid for me. I mean, sure, I’ll answer the question (as well as I usually do with these) but at the same time, I probably won’t answer it very well, because my memories, the ones I will share, are conscious memories. If I were to be completely honest here, I’d just listen to a bunch of music I remember hearing from youth and then let the visceral memories wash over me and report back what I feel. Continue reading “Tell me about a song that brings back an interesting memory from your youth”
Tag: Harry Chapin
Monki’s Music
So… Monki is 6 months old. About 9 months ago, I wrote about having a short time where my likes could totally overwrite hers, and that as she grew, she’d start to develop her own tastes and preferences.
I just didn’t expect it to start so soon. Continue reading “Monki’s Music”
Let’s Celebrate Harry Chapin Day – GeekDad
Geek Dad says what I would say… so I’m gonna let him say it.
Some people may remember Harry Chapin as the “Cat’s in the Cradle” guy; how did this musician from the ’70s impact the world in any lasting or meaningful way?
The Craven/Chapin connection
Had no idea the connection between Harry Chapin and Wes Craven. Amazing how lives intersect.Source: Wes Craven: The Man and his Nightmares – John Wooley – Google Books
Fish
It’s no secret I am a big fan of the band Marillion. I have followed them from their 80s Prog Rock beginnings up through their current, more straight forward rock and roll albums. In fact, I first discovered them in late 1984 when I was working at the Waldenbooks in the Meadows Mall and I had a reciprocity deal going with the guys who worked at the record store. When they needed books for school, I would strip the covers or give them my discount (this was before I knew how the author end of things worked – I would never do that today!) and in return, whenever I’d go into the record store, I’d bring a stack of LPs and a 45 to the counter and the guys would ring me up for the single (about $1.49 or so in those days) and throw the entire stack into a bag. Continue reading “Fish”
Getting the Hang of Thursdays 