For those of you who thought you'd be forgotten...

I don't know exactly when a memory is formed. Sometimes I'll be traveling somewhere, listening to something I've listened to many times before, and I'll think "I'm going to remember this every time I hear this song" - and I will. Other times it's less direct and I don't know when my brain drops that aural bread crumb.

I also don't know why I felt the need to start a blog to write it down. Generally hearing a song will bring almost everything back to me, but I might be worried about things getting a bit foggy.

My grandmother has Alzheimer's and she doesn't remember much anymore. I don't know what the use of living so long and acquiring so many memories is if one day they'll all be wiped out. Thinking that one day I might not remember what it was like to look into my daughter's eyes while I held her minutes after she was born terrifies me. I do wonder, though, if that ever happens, many, many years from now, if something will come alive if I hear She And Him's first album. Will I remember walking across John Street, holding my daughter's hand, on the way to the record store to buy it? Will I remember the first time I heard her sweet voice coming from the back seat, singing "For those of you who thought you'd be forgotten..."? I can only hope so. I guess I can hope for that, at the very least.

Cottage Cheese

Sean Cullen had a radio show on CBC Radio One for the past couple summers and part of it was a feature called "Cottage Cheese", where he'd play cheesy music that people often tend to listen to in the summer - I guess while at the cottage or vacationing. I don't know if this is a particularly Canadian phenomenon but I can attest to it's existence. A couple of years ago I made a compilation for my sister's birthday that contains such gems as "Valerie" by Steve Winwood and "Paperlate" by Genesis. We both truly like these songs but in the absence of warm sunshine, a lake up north or a summer bbq, we probably wouldn't listen to them. Not having been brought up with the same summer vacation rituals as we were, our significant others often have to suffer through the "While You See A Chance" and "Invisible Touch" and get down right testy after more than a couple listens. I can't blame them. Sure, Madonna's "Holiday" will take me back to the mid 80's and I'm cool with that once and awhile, but on regular rotation I'd go nuts. We all don't share the same memories when we hear songs, but it's sometimes interesting to hear where songs take other people.