Mulling over the peculiarities of memory and the triggers that call up long distant lives. I hear a song from my youth, that song is imprinted on my mind and evidently will remain so until the bitter end. It wraps itself around good times and bad, conjures up faces that I haven’t seen in many years.

Its strange the way it and the other songs from the soundtrack of my life are so intimately woven in the fabric of those memories and stranger still the effect that my current mood has in determining the feeling I get from a given song.

If you were to ask me if I remember the words to a given song I would probably so no, but put that song on the radio and they all come flooding back including the harmony parts and the sequence of songs on that particular album.

Naturally it will then morph into an earworm and play over and over until I’m ready to go screaming into the night.