Cars and Music = ?
Discussion
I picked up this CD in a charity shop at the weekend:
Put it on in the car and was instantly transported back to a sunny Saturday morning in spring 1984:
Sitting in my Dad's (metallic brown!) Mk4 Cortina estate at a builder's merchants while he went inside to order some paving stones. We had just stopped off at WH Smith so I could pick up a copy of this on cassette. While I waited I popped this in the cassette player and proceeded to listen to Radio Ga Ga...
Memory is a funny thing, but for me there seems to be a particular connection with specific songs and cars (ie listening in the car) that I don't have with music listened to elsewhere. These seem to be very singular moments/events that I instantly associate with a piece of music. Usually mundane in themselves but the intersection of car and music is the common theme. Often sunny days with the windows down - driving into college (Coventry, 1988) in my red Mini 1000 to take a summer exam listening to Good vibrations, driving along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice with an old girlfriend in her MX5, roof down listening to Santana - Oye Como Va (ok, that one is a bit more than humdrum)...
Is it just me, or is nostalgia all I have to look forward to these days?
Put it on in the car and was instantly transported back to a sunny Saturday morning in spring 1984:
Sitting in my Dad's (metallic brown!) Mk4 Cortina estate at a builder's merchants while he went inside to order some paving stones. We had just stopped off at WH Smith so I could pick up a copy of this on cassette. While I waited I popped this in the cassette player and proceeded to listen to Radio Ga Ga...
Memory is a funny thing, but for me there seems to be a particular connection with specific songs and cars (ie listening in the car) that I don't have with music listened to elsewhere. These seem to be very singular moments/events that I instantly associate with a piece of music. Usually mundane in themselves but the intersection of car and music is the common theme. Often sunny days with the windows down - driving into college (Coventry, 1988) in my red Mini 1000 to take a summer exam listening to Good vibrations, driving along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice with an old girlfriend in her MX5, roof down listening to Santana - Oye Como Va (ok, that one is a bit more than humdrum)...
Is it just me, or is nostalgia all I have to look forward to these days?
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