I was just listening to Fallout Boy, and it made me think of Scotland. And creepy Italian boys, pizza, and that weird hostile in London. That amazing view from the London Eye, and trying to find a bookstore. I think of how I thought "I will never get used to the sense of humour most people have here." The view from Edinburgh Castle, gliding over Lochness, that weird tour guide. Exploring Urquhart Casltle, and showing pictures to a coworker, who is distantly of that clan but who has never seen the castle.
All of this was so strong, that it made me think. (A scary thing indeed.)
Every band I have a real passion for, I associate with timespans in my life. These are more than memories...they are smells and feelings and entire relationships.
Whenever I listen to most any of Queen's greatest hits, I think of Bulgaria. I think of trying Lindt chocholate for the first time, drinking legally before 21, eating pizza weird sauces and Barnitsa at 5 AM, of starving kittens, Konstantin, falling asleep on the bus across the city, the weird smell of that old men when travelling from Sofia to Blagoevgrad.
I listen to Make Yourself by Incubus, I think of Finland. I think of the Laplands and loneliness and reindeer. Of trying to figure out Helsinki and the sex shop.
I listen to Gorillaz, I think of an entire summer. I think of Switzerland, my first real boyfriend. The smell and stains of cut grass and clove cigarettes, holding hedgecutters above my head for hours on end. Mowing lawns all day, and getting paint everywhere. Sushi and the docks and Nyquil.
We Are the Champions. I think of my dad, and how much I miss how he used to be...I think of the Mighty Ducks and...what I can remember of my childhood.
Matchbox20...Dislocating my hip, and that really painful Chrismas Eve.
Grateful Dead...Sara.
Wicked Game...Rachel.
Take on Me (I think that's the name)...those two really drunk nights in the Chicken Box.
Ok, enough with the sentimental stuff. I don't know the point of writing all this.
Bye Bye.
All of this was so strong, that it made me think. (A scary thing indeed.)
Every band I have a real passion for, I associate with timespans in my life. These are more than memories...they are smells and feelings and entire relationships.
Whenever I listen to most any of Queen's greatest hits, I think of Bulgaria. I think of trying Lindt chocholate for the first time, drinking legally before 21, eating pizza weird sauces and Barnitsa at 5 AM, of starving kittens, Konstantin, falling asleep on the bus across the city, the weird smell of that old men when travelling from Sofia to Blagoevgrad.
I listen to Make Yourself by Incubus, I think of Finland. I think of the Laplands and loneliness and reindeer. Of trying to figure out Helsinki and the sex shop.
I listen to Gorillaz, I think of an entire summer. I think of Switzerland, my first real boyfriend. The smell and stains of cut grass and clove cigarettes, holding hedgecutters above my head for hours on end. Mowing lawns all day, and getting paint everywhere. Sushi and the docks and Nyquil.
We Are the Champions. I think of my dad, and how much I miss how he used to be...I think of the Mighty Ducks and...what I can remember of my childhood.
Matchbox20...Dislocating my hip, and that really painful Chrismas Eve.
Grateful Dead...Sara.
Wicked Game...Rachel.
Take on Me (I think that's the name)...those two really drunk nights in the Chicken Box.
Ok, enough with the sentimental stuff. I don't know the point of writing all this.
Bye Bye.
marvel:
It was a loverly read. I've had a dislocated hip, and it's no fun, I don't think I'd listen to Matchbox 20 if it reminded me of that. In fact, I don't like listening to them because one of their songs was played at a close family member's funeral, and it makes me cry still 
When I hear "Singing in the Rain" it makes me think of the summer I did almost nothing else but watch The Clockwork Orange, lol.
When I hear "Singing in the Rain" it makes me think of the summer I did almost nothing else but watch The Clockwork Orange, lol.
marvel:
Horses suck.