Music and Memories

I listen to music to remind myself of times gone by. Music is my way of recalling vivid memories of people, places and events. There's no logical algorithm that transforms the fundamental properties of a piece of music into a memory. It's just whatever happens to be playing in the background at the time. For example, Mendelssohn's Italian symphony does not remind me of Italy, but rather of sitting next to a fat guy in the economy section of a Boeing 747. Other examples include 'How Bizzare' by OMC which reminds me of my sister driving to Micky D's, Schubert's Rondo I associate with a German girl eating ice cream in Salzburg, 'Voi che sapete che cosa e amor' in Le Nozze de Figaro is paired with Dave cooking Greek lamb, 'Summer of '69' by Bryan Adams is filed in my brain with Slim jumping up and down in Singapore, and 'Girlfriend' by Avril Lavigne will forever be categorized with Molly singing and driving in France overlooking grapes and brownish scenary. My life should be an opera.