Posted on 01/03/2021 12:16:32 PM PST by SamAdams76
I have always been impressed by two of our senses to snap us back in time...even if for only a millisecond, where you can actually feel transported back in time...actually feel that time again.
Smell:
When I get a whiff of jet exhaust, it brings me right back to being in Navy jet school at NAS Millington, where I was going through A school and we all got on a flight line for the first time. Odd, because I had smelled jet exhaust as a kid living in Subic Bay, and the beach was right near the flight line at Cubi Point, but that isn’t what jet exhaust reminds me of.
When I lived in Japan, the odd smell of fish, sewage, and diesel exhaust combined to make a unique smell, that to this day, if that combination arises, it brings me back there. And so on.
Music:
When I hear certain music, it also transports me. I can FEEL for a split second what it was like to be alive back then.
Hearing the Bee Gees brings me back to my Navy days being on liberty in discos over in Europe, as does the sound of Steely Dan, particularly the “Aja” album. When I hear the song “Baker Street”, it almost ALWAYS brings a strong wave of emotion from the morning I woke up while our carrier was anchored off Rota, Spain getting ready to outchop back to the states after a deployment, they played Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street” as the wake up song, with the emphasis on the lyrics:
And when you wake up, it’s a new morning
The sun is shining, it’s a new morning
And you’re going, you’re going home
When I was dating the woman who is now my wife, I was taking saxophone lessons, and absorbing all the jazz greats, buying their music, and getting to know them...Ben Webster became my favorite, but I came to love John Coltrane, Stan Getz, Coleman Hawkins, and Dexter Gordon. Oddly, I never developed a taste for Charlie Parker. Don’t know why.
And although I tried my hardest to emulate the tone and phrasing of Ben Webster, the one that invokes memories for me of those days where I was dating my wife, taking trips to Cape Cod and Nantucket, it was the sound of John Coltrane (particularly his “Ballads” album) that when I hear it today, it transports me right back. If even only for a blink of an eye.
And “The Year of The Cat” is one of those songs for me, and brings back to the memory of another woman I was dating.
That is why I love music. Just love it.
Feminine music, and not in a good way.
Sorry.
Agree on “Past, Present, and Future.” But I always lose interest after a high-brow artist scores a pop hit. Like ELO and “Evil Woman.” Music for the ignorant masses.
You are odd.
You remind me of my friend from High School who was the biggest fan of REO Speedwagon, and then “Hi Infidelity” came out, and he swore he’d never listen to them ever again, LOL.
I was in my 3rd year of radio when it came out and played the radio edit. A lady friend bought me the album, which I still have. This was my summer soundtrack played from a cassette/radio in a an MGB. Good times.
Lol. I probably would have been a big Bruce fan but I never heard of him until “Born to Run” and everyone was swooning over him. I chose to hate him on principle. Took me about 30 years to give him a try, lol. I suppose that’s why I’ll never be a communist.
The band Chicago, during the Peter Cetera era, marked the beginning of the end of Western civilization.
When I went to high school, everybody knew who everybody’s favorite band/singer was, it was a part of your identity.
Great singer, great bass player. But when he started writing their songs, that's when it all changed.
One Stage Before is haunting & brilliant. I always play it around Halloween! 😀
Another great song about ghosts is “Home By The Sea” by Genesis. It’s great. Check it out; it’s long about 9 minutes very worth it. Enjoy!
Now I gotta go listen to YOTC !
I’ll agree with music transporting your mind back in time. The rock songs from ‘76-’78 take me back to my grad school days at CSM in Golden, CO. I was just out of the draft Army. By day, I was in an excessive number of grad geology classes and also a TA seemingly teaching every Geo 101 or mineralogy lab offered because I was an out-of-stater. By night, I was calculating data points for fugacity diagrams for my thesis on my HP 67. In the late night hours, while calculating, was when I was hearing all those songs. Now hearing those songs almost has me punching in numbers on those buttons in my mind.
That is what is magical-you can almost taste that time...
Hah, I'll bet just seeing an HP 67 does nearly the same thing for you, with those red LEDs displaying the numbers...
He should cry on his boyfriend's shoulder, the faggot.
That’s what I wanted to say, but I didn’t want to offend.
But now that you’ve said it...thank you.
Al Stewart would be my choice for a male-solo discography collection if I were stranded on a desert island and could only take one discography collection with me.
The Moody Blues would be my discography collection selection for a group.
A Russian cover of the same song. Check out the joy that shows on the string section’s faces.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5ZJui3aPoQ
Bunch of faggots.
I saw Dexter Gordon in Buffalo, Charlie Parker remains a hero. It is how life goes, I guess. Thelonious Monk touches my soul..
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