hello! yoshi

I’m the type of person who seems to associate music with a lot of memories. I know, I know, what does it have to do with old cars?

But listen, just for a moment. So I associate a lot of songs with certain types of memories. For instance, when I hear just about any Beatles tune, the first thing I think of is my old beat up Mercury Bobcat. (Yes, if you’re wondering, that’s the Mercury equivalent of a Ford Pinto - Gimme a break it was my first car, ok?)

Anyways, it reminds of one night when me and my buddies were driving…somewhere in Jersey, down route 70, listening to Beatles tunes. That one particular night was pretty magical, because we somehow knew the lyrics of every single song that played. It was really amazing. You know, usually you sing along with a song and you don’t know all the words, right? Well, we somehow did. It was pretty odd. It was definitely a night I’ll never forget.

One particular Beatles tune reminds me of a totally different car though. Here Comes the Sun for some reason reminds me of my friend Kate and one time driving my 1974 Plymouth Valiant (read: Dodge Dart) down I-295, and I was complaining about this guy who’s lights were really bright behind me and was tailing me. And a little later on, I was doing pretty much the same thing to someone else, and Kate pointed that out. I felt guilty and laughed and pulled back a little.

Wow. That was like a long time ago. I don’t even remember where we were going or what we were doing. But for some reason, that song reminds me of that moment. I bet that song wasn’t even playing, but that’s what it reminds me of for some reason. Kate, do you remember that? What was that, like wow, 19 years ago? We’re getting old my dear, dear friend. Well I am at least.

Dana started Memory Monday last year to honor her Grandfather, who suffered from Dementia/Alzheimer’s. This is cool. Feel free to participate. This is my way of not forgetting some of the life changing (and not so life changing) events in my life.