I was reminded today of the absolute power over recollection music has; it's nearly like that of a perfect aroma. I was listening to Count Basie as I was working on a research piece, when all of a sudden a cd from my childhood came on (if I get enough responses, then I might tell you what it was, but otherwise I'll just call it a guilty pleasure).
Amidst my research and synthesizing of information--
I was transported, through time and space, immediately into my father's car, reading the second of the Harry Potter series (and some memories also of another favorite, the Winds of Mars). I have quite a few good memories of that music, that silver acura, two great books, and my father. It could sometimes be a long ride home each Wednesday.
I might put my iTunes on shuffle sometime, just to see what journeys I might readventure in past...
It also shows how much of a control freak I am. I know exactly what is coming through my speakers at all times, and what will come through them next. The unexpectedness of this event though--that's what made it real.
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