I love the visceral way that music can take me back to some moment of significance it played to in my life. I'm revisiting an album that's been with me in many parts of my life, but I haven't listened to in a while. The single from that album stopped me from what I was doing.
Immediately I'm transported back to being 19 and feeling youthful and hungry for life's adventure – alive. So alive. But it goes further back with me.
17 years old, it was one of the lucky CDs on rotation in my 6-disc-changer, which was housed in the trunk of my car. I remember the car seemed so nice in comparison to my first one which had crank windows, no AC, and a loud muffler. This car had a 6-disc-changer and a stereo with great bass. Fake walnut accents on the dash. Most importantly: a moonroof. I felt like I was taking on the world, so independent and cruising around with the windows down, singing along.
When the single came out, I was 15. I thought it was longer ago than that because that oldest memory, that version of me in my memory seems so young, so little just yet of who I am now. The single came on the radio as I was dropped off at the bus to go on my youth group's service project trip. Then it played over the headphones connected to my discman probably a hundred times on the long drive to West Virginia. On the bus ride home I sat beside my classmate since first grade who then became my lifelong best friend.
All from one song, in a split second, the images and feelings from these different times in my life, really my adolescence came rushing in.