Moments In Life Marked By Certain Music

The start of SOYCD on Pulse reminds me of the first time I heard Floyd, and that sense of awe.

Creeping Death reminds me of being at a Metallica concert for the first time, and realising just how awesome live music could be.

Manhattan - Eric Johnson reminds me of a time I was walking down Grafton Street in Dublin in the middle of summer, just relaxing in the sun, and thinking of just how great life was.

I had me some "see-you-in-september" last night while listening to With Teeth and it was terrific.

Listening to Sweet reminds me of of sad times, The Wall reminds me of time when I first heard Pink Floyd and I was sitting in my dark room and listened to Wall over and over.

Duane Eddy's Have Twangy Guitar, Will Travel brings vivid memories of sunny Saturday mornings on summer break as a kid. Playing that record on our cheap mono record player was a sort of Saturday morning ritual. The perfect start to the day. Not a school book in sight.

Just wanted to point out that this is my 100th post. Which means that I'm almost catching up to Dr. Cheese!