Amanda330
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I almost posted this one myself. I love it so much! Beautiful song with a beautiful message.
❌Monthly Song Challenge: Archived🎵
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UnquietDreams
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Love Pink Martini. They are a blast live. Last time I saw them they had added a bunch more background singers, so you have better than thirty people on stage, with both Storm Large and China Forbes sharing the lead. So much fun.
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
vagrantx
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
Smell and sound, two things tied extremely closely to memory.
I was in my mid 20's when I first tried to give up smoking and it was going well. My sense of smell was coming back. Then one day I was on the subway and I caught a whiff of a stranger walking by - she was wearing a strawberry perfume, the same one my ex always used.
In a flash, I was back in her room, that almost sickeningly sweet fragrance overpowering my senses and Savage Garden playing in the background. The surge of emotions welling up as if I was right there, breaking up. Puppy love, gone. We were just kids, didn't know how to deal with feelings like that.
It was years later, but I hurt all over again. Bought another pack, kept on smoking.
Am free of it now though
Savage Garden - Santa Monica
Smell and sound, two things tied extremely closely to memory.
I was in my mid 20's when I first tried to give up smoking and it was going well. My sense of smell was coming back. Then one day I was on the subway and I caught a whiff of a stranger walking by - she was wearing a strawberry perfume, the same one my ex always used.
In a flash, I was back in her room, that almost sickeningly sweet fragrance overpowering my senses and Savage Garden playing in the background. The surge of emotions welling up as if I was right there, breaking up. Puppy love, gone. We were just kids, didn't know how to deal with feelings like that.
It was years later, but I hurt all over again. Bought another pack, kept on smoking.
Am free of it now though
Savage Garden - Santa Monica
lavendersilk
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
I listen to this song to transport me to the year 2002. Also I go to 3:09 and listen from that point on more than the whole song.
(Edited to add the longer version of this song. Should have watched the video.)
PDA - Interpol
I listen to this song to transport me to the year 2002. Also I go to 3:09 and listen from that point on more than the whole song.
(Edited to add the longer version of this song. Should have watched the video.)
PDA - Interpol
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vagrantx
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That music video is incredible
Like stop motion cardboard cutouts? Reminds me a lot of *** *** **** ******* - *** ***** **** and ** ******** *** *** - ****** *****
lavendersilk
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Can I buy a vowel?That music video is incredible
Reminds me a lot of *** *** **** ******* - *** ***** **** and ** ******** *** *** - ****** *****
Whiskeyjack
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
So, in addition to making me think of those creepy old dude Six Flags commercials, I remember this song was played at a friend's wedding once. And in a fit of alcohol-fueled poor decision making, I thought to myself, "You know what? I WILL dance like no one is watching!" Except that yes, my friends were watching. And a thousand jokes were born. So this song immediately transports me to that wedding and that continuing embarrassment.
"We Like to Party! (The Vengabus)" - Vengaboys
So, in addition to making me think of those creepy old dude Six Flags commercials, I remember this song was played at a friend's wedding once. And in a fit of alcohol-fueled poor decision making, I thought to myself, "You know what? I WILL dance like no one is watching!" Except that yes, my friends were watching. And a thousand jokes were born. So this song immediately transports me to that wedding and that continuing embarrassment.
"We Like to Party! (The Vengabus)" - Vengaboys
Cjbdd
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
My sister is much younger than me so of course when we were young she wanted to spend lots of time in my orbit.I loved music and she would come into my room and sit on my bed and listen to whatever I was playing...to this day when we hear this song we both kinda laugh cause it transports us right back to those days in my room...this song was in heavy rotation back then.
My sister is much younger than me so of course when we were young she wanted to spend lots of time in my orbit.I loved music and she would come into my room and sit on my bed and listen to whatever I was playing...to this day when we hear this song we both kinda laugh cause it transports us right back to those days in my room...this song was in heavy rotation back then.
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time.
Back in intermediate school, I had a friend who made movies. He showed them off one day in school. One was this song and just like this video showed the clouds moving through the sky. Whenever I hear it, I think of him. RIP Mark.
Back in intermediate school, I had a friend who made movies. He showed them off one day in school. One was this song and just like this video showed the clouds moving through the sky. Whenever I hear it, I think of him. RIP Mark.
__Nathan1968
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
A song that can simultaneously take me to another galaxy a thousand years into the future and almost 40 years in the past to a beat up car full of my high school friends.
A song that can simultaneously take me to another galaxy a thousand years into the future and almost 40 years in the past to a beat up car full of my high school friends.
hotoldrguy
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
This one takes me back to a house party in my college days. Me drunk screaming this while while holding a brass standing lamp like a microphone stand.
This one takes me back to a house party in my college days. Me drunk screaming this while while holding a brass standing lamp like a microphone stand.
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida Iron Butterfly
LustfulIntentions2
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
This album came out when I was in the midst of HS, post Kurt Cobain's suicide, and this hit radio as a single the summer I got my license. I was feeling less angsty and more hopeful for sure. And I spent a lot of time playing this song on the tape deck in my old 2 seater beater car going too and from the beach. That was one of the better summers of my youth. There's not a lot that I miss about that time of year, but those memories are some of the good ones.
This album came out when I was in the midst of HS, post Kurt Cobain's suicide, and this hit radio as a single the summer I got my license. I was feeling less angsty and more hopeful for sure. And I spent a lot of time playing this song on the tape deck in my old 2 seater beater car going too and from the beach. That was one of the better summers of my youth. There's not a lot that I miss about that time of year, but those memories are some of the good ones.
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
I mean, almost all songs I listen to regularly have some strong memory attachment for me. But I’ll argue no other music has a stronger attachment to the time and place when it was popular as the 90’s swing revival.
I mean, almost all songs I listen to regularly have some strong memory attachment for me. But I’ll argue no other music has a stronger attachment to the time and place when it was popular as the 90’s swing revival.
curious_slut
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
Musical transportation you say How about dancing the night away in a speakeasy before the end of Prohibition? Sounds good to me 
Puttin' On The Ritz
Musical transportation you say
How about dancing the night away in a speakeasy before the end of Prohibition? Sounds good to me
curious_slut
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There's no stopping my bad dancing this morning
Lucky for me, no one is watching!https://c.tenor.com/TjJNItuHlRkAAAAC/tenor.gif
ctarrantella
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
Motley Crue: Home Sweet Home (special place in my heart for this tune)
Motley Crue: Home Sweet Home (special place in my heart for this tune)
UnquietDreams
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Day 6: A song that transports you to another place and time
So I used to be vain about my intellect (I probably still am, but I also used to be). I am not proud that I used to be that way, but I also accept that it was true. I had to be the smart one. Until her.
Her name was Ginger. (I have a type, what can I say?) Red hair, light brown eyes, and freckles. A little skinny, but more just lean. And she was brilliant. I had known her from a distance since high school -- she had gone to a different school, and had a long-term boyfriend. She was nice, and we were friendly, but no more than that. She went off to college, I headed back East, and never thought I would see her again. I circled round, as did the years, and we ran into each other again. Both of us were free. And we just clicked. She was getting ready to enter her doctorate studies in mathematics, and not only was she smarter than I was, she was a lot smarter than I was. Her mindscape was filled with vectors and numbers in a way I could never understand. But she was grounded as well, and social. We flirted. We teased each other, sometimes mercilessly. Our friends thought we hated each other, but it was courtship. And we danced -- oak and ash, we danced. I took her to the Mayor's Ball, a charity even in Portland that used every room in the Memorial Coliseum complex, with some forty or so different bands in one night. Any genre in the city, you could find it at the Mayor's Ball. Dance, of course, and pop, but ska, rap, punk, blues, jazz, and avaunt guard stuff that defied convention, like The Hellcows. We danced to Dan Reed, to The Esquires, and to Johnny Limbo and the Lugnuts. I taught her to slam dance to Poison Idea. I introduced her to Dead Moon, and Obo Addy, and Napalm Beach, and Leroy Vinegar. We opened up new worlds of music for each other, and danced to it all. When we rested, she had me make up stories for all the people who walked by. My head was full of stories, and she was enthralled by that as much as I was of her logic. We danced for five or six hours straight. Afterwards we ended up at an after-party, out in the woods. Maybe two hundred people. Beer, music, and a massive bonfire. Dancing. And this song.
It was everywhere that year, and everywhere we were. And when I hear it, it takes me right back to that moment. I can smell wood smoke, and her perfume, and sun screen. I can feel her slender hips under my hands. I can taste her lips. That girl. That summer. That song.
She broke my heart, back at college, with a guy on campus. I wasn't in love, but the possibility was there, and then it wasn't. Even that pain mixes with everything else. But she made me a better person -- took away the fear of not being the smartest guy in the room. And she changed my type: smart women. Oh, smart women...
It all comes back when I hear it. The song makes no sense. None at all. But neither did we --the math genius and the guy with too many stories. The girl who taught me the joy of being with a woman way smarter than I was.
That girl.
That summer.
That song.
"The Look," Roxette
So I used to be vain about my intellect (I probably still am, but I also used to be). I am not proud that I used to be that way, but I also accept that it was true. I had to be the smart one. Until her.
Her name was Ginger. (I have a type, what can I say?) Red hair, light brown eyes, and freckles. A little skinny, but more just lean. And she was brilliant. I had known her from a distance since high school -- she had gone to a different school, and had a long-term boyfriend. She was nice, and we were friendly, but no more than that. She went off to college, I headed back East, and never thought I would see her again. I circled round, as did the years, and we ran into each other again. Both of us were free. And we just clicked. She was getting ready to enter her doctorate studies in mathematics, and not only was she smarter than I was, she was a lot smarter than I was. Her mindscape was filled with vectors and numbers in a way I could never understand. But she was grounded as well, and social. We flirted. We teased each other, sometimes mercilessly. Our friends thought we hated each other, but it was courtship. And we danced -- oak and ash, we danced. I took her to the Mayor's Ball, a charity even in Portland that used every room in the Memorial Coliseum complex, with some forty or so different bands in one night. Any genre in the city, you could find it at the Mayor's Ball. Dance, of course, and pop, but ska, rap, punk, blues, jazz, and avaunt guard stuff that defied convention, like The Hellcows. We danced to Dan Reed, to The Esquires, and to Johnny Limbo and the Lugnuts. I taught her to slam dance to Poison Idea. I introduced her to Dead Moon, and Obo Addy, and Napalm Beach, and Leroy Vinegar. We opened up new worlds of music for each other, and danced to it all. When we rested, she had me make up stories for all the people who walked by. My head was full of stories, and she was enthralled by that as much as I was of her logic. We danced for five or six hours straight. Afterwards we ended up at an after-party, out in the woods. Maybe two hundred people. Beer, music, and a massive bonfire. Dancing. And this song.
It was everywhere that year, and everywhere we were. And when I hear it, it takes me right back to that moment. I can smell wood smoke, and her perfume, and sun screen. I can feel her slender hips under my hands. I can taste her lips. That girl. That summer. That song.
She broke my heart, back at college, with a guy on campus. I wasn't in love, but the possibility was there, and then it wasn't. Even that pain mixes with everything else. But she made me a better person -- took away the fear of not being the smartest guy in the room. And she changed my type: smart women. Oh, smart women...
It all comes back when I hear it. The song makes no sense. None at all. But neither did we --the math genius and the guy with too many stories. The girl who taught me the joy of being with a woman way smarter than I was.
That girl.
That summer.
That song.
"The Look," Roxette
