I wish wikkispissah was around to share... that would be entertaining.
Good to know folks missed my jabbering. Lemme see what I can do on this subject...
As a member of the 1st gen to put a soundtrack atop their experiences, there's thousands of song associations in my head - listening to 'secret agent man' on my transistor while playin' escaped prisoner over the warehouse roofs of salem mass, crying over repeated playings of 'dock of the bay' and 'if 6 was 9' after the deaths of their creators, playing air band the 1st time to rod stewart's 'losin you', thru the stuff from my music biz years, then the weird assortment of songs i associate w strange things happening out in the desert (rolling a jeep drunk @ nevada's pyramid lake to van morrison's 'excusemedoyouknowthewaytokansascityexcusemedoyouknowthewaytokansascity' and making out w an actress from 'american graffiti' on the hood of a car outside a santa fe party to that weird awful single 'captain of her heart') to getting kicked out of a disco for doing a nazi sodomy dance w my future wife to FrankieRelax and her awfulawfulawful top sex record, 'in a flat field' (when i was more of keith jarrett guy fuh'dat).
In the last year, the been-awhile hearing of three songs virtually collapsed me, so i'll start w them:
Sweet and Shiny Eyes, Bonnie Raitt: She was opening for Little Feat in '74-5 and i used my position in her mgmt co to tag along for much of the tour. THE GREAT LOWELL GEORGE did not sleep during tours and was always after folks to jam in the wee hours. Him, bonnie and johndavidsouther were singin this real funny song about a guy named Fernando and Lowell said, 'we need a bass'. I have a decent voice and my range has improved thru yrs and crystal inhalation, but at the time i had two octaves of serious low goin on, sos i volunteered. The four of us did a barbershop harmony of the song that was a purenuff thingabeauty. Bonnie recorded the song later but only her and jd, of the original 4, was on it.
Hey Joe: An early 90s nevada law making an 8ball of coke saleweight ruined the quality of local peruvianmarchingpowder and reduced many of us to doin ruinous globs of peanutbutter crank to get our on on. My mary and i were on one of our many hatey hiati, so i was seein this reno lounge singer (who gave me a son who's now in his 20s and, proud2say, has been drumming for a working band in sdak since he was 15) whose greatest pleasure was kickin out the jams w local musicians after wks of gb at a monthly blues night a local club hosted. My fave of these was NatMan, a guy who looked like the cook from Shining and purely loved two things - cocaine and hendrix. He gimme a conspirational nudge during a break which meant only one thing. Had a big bag of puracura but made the condition that i had to get up on stage w him and kathy and the others if he shared. Took some bigass honks of it and drowned the edge w cognac and got up for the next set. Did 'love sneakin up on you' and 'pride&joy' w him and kathy then, shonuff, some hendrix. we both sang a filthyish version of 'foxy lady' str8 @ kathy, which she purely loved. Another quick 2bottle honk and he began 'hey joe'. NatMan took the voice of the guy askin joe and i was joe. The following was the only moment in my life where more people claimed they were there than was there and i remember almost none of it. Apparently, I was harborin some ugly #### over my recent squabble w mary and proceeded to do a 10minute freestyle, as joe, about what i was gonna do to my ol' lady when i got there w a gun in my hand. Kathy was enough of a trooper that it didnt scare her off, but people were walkin up to me and shakin their heads @ me in fear and fascination for months after. Someone i was visiting threw hendrix's 'greatest hits' on a couple mths ago -which, for some reason had dropped off my playlist (it's grrrreat!) - and the memory scurred the bejesus outta this ol man.
Love Reign O'er Me: Probably the greatest rock song of all time and i donotwillnotcannot listen to it. My Mary died 20 yrs ago this spring @ age 40 after a long, ugly battle w cancer. Because she was a pretty reprehensible ##### even before the pain, she had no one else to care for her so, whether i wanted to or she wanted me to, it fell to me to do the stuff you gotta do for one who can no longer do for themselves. I moved her into her own place towards the end cuz it was the only way i could bare her vitriol without giving up. I was just destroyed when i'd get home from cookingcleaningcaringcowering and the only way i could keep the pressure from ruining the rest of my life was to put 'Reign' on the turntable @ 11 and scream 'LOOOOOOOOOOOOVVE' with every fiber of my being at the end. Useta shake the house. Yeah, i know they made a Sandler movie similar but that's that. Came on in the car recently, so i pulled over, gave in, fell apart. Don't want to do it again, but i know i will.
Must be a hundred other stories. Will write em when they come to me. For now, nufced.
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. As Miranda launched into this song, raindrops started falling. By the time she hit the chorus, it was a torrential downpour. People started heading for the exit ramps. Not us. Miranda stood there on the stage in the middle of a veritable flash flood, wrapped around the microphone stand like she was making love to it, singing her heart out. I told my kids if she can sing in the pouring rain, we can stand in the rain and watch it, knowing this would be a permanent memory for us. So we stood there, drenched from head to toe, singing our hearts out with Miranda and it was an awesome experience. I never really cared for the song before that, but I listen to it every time that it's on now, and I can just see her on that stage in the deluge and it takes me back there and makes me smile. 
said "My mom listens to her a lot" 
