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Musical Memory
What is your first musical memory?

For me it was listening to The Cranberries and Alanis Morissette with my brother and sister. Hearing Smells Like Teen Spirit Jeremy and much, again because of my brother. I also remember a shirt Alice in chains, my brother had. It was Alice from The Brady Bunch with a bunch of chains around his neck. Backin the day he did not understand what that meant. This was perhaps the early 90s.

I'm almost 41 and my memory is watching TV on Sat. morning and The Monkees had a variety show. I remember seeing sing your song. Another memory is hearing the voice of Jim Nabors (Gomer Pyle played on Andy Griffith show). I had four years or less.

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Memories are Unforgettabe

Music sends out layers of memory as a slide show reliving past

When I hear the song 'Unforgettable' past poured over me, and I recovered and forth and back and all, with the repetitions of video, replays of my mind, and the past returns to make me smile with delight of memory, and the joy of being in love and be loved.

Love can be fallen like his hairline, but remains the memory of eternal love, and bring back the smile to the face plus the distance of years. The powerful combination music, voice and image, you always have the right to exploit the past to the present and now, and phrases like: "Dear, is so incredible that someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too. "Still make me feel special and bleat with nostalgia.

The memory of being young, beautiful in the eyes of someone, and unconditionally beloved, it is so romantic. It is death that freezes the love, and keeps it alive and not retired. In my eyes, never grew old, and I was always "unforgettable."

The opposite end is "Is not that ugly .. when you play, stunned and embarrassed me. Frank Traynor was my piano teacher and friend, and I loved him and his music. One afternoon, I entered the club, and while walking in one of the band submitted the song to dedicate to me. Instead of being happy and agree with the joke, I felt very insecure and ashamed of being called "ugly" in front of all those people. Just crying. Frank was mortified … never wanted to hurt me, I just thought it was a joke … The feeling comes over me again when I hear that song, and I shudder at home and feel the waves of misfortune and sadness.

Music is the most powerful sense of awakening, and that's why the bookmarks to be accommodated with old favorites many people. There is music, the feeling that his music evokes. Recall the thrill of rock and roll. Skirts that spun like a top, the fast pace and joy who went to the dance. You Can not rock and roll and enjoy. The music was so much fun, and brings back memories of dancing all night, nice and bright clothes and socks tight pants funny. Same with jazz … jazz clubs, dance fast, the Charleston and the boogie woogie. Young swinging or shaking music in a smoky nightclub have never experienced the thrill of fast dance and the exuberance of the musical rhythm and rhythm. I also love country dancing with the smell of hay and wild violins and tea chest bass and washboard.

Then the sense of smell. …. Cookies kitchen, a roast dinner, roast beef on a summer afternoon. The chlorine in the pool at home, and pine trees and smoke from burning pine. I remember the smell of burned skin from the sun soaked in coconut oil to get a rich tan, sweaty effort after winning the squash or running for miles, and the heady aroma of the beer produced and the number of Chanel 5. The salty smell of sea while sailing near the water in small catamarans, and the summer rain after the drought. I also dream when I perceive the spicy aromas of gluwine after a day of skiing, and freshly washed hair, and clothes dry in the wind sunny. The smell that I had recently recovered was dead sheep. Rob was always still smelling of the dead sheep that had been stripped, and the acrid smell of rotting wildlife and wet wool brings back memories that are almost hypnotic in the explosion of great scope of the past. She had forgotten that memory until it hit me so hard I moaned in pain.

Contact Do we remember? I referred a face and remember the softness of my son and the son, as he lay in my arms. A boy hugged me, and I felt young and strong body in my arms, and felt the loss it was something special that will never be mine again. I remember my daughter's slender gently as she hugged me, and feel rough to be beaten by a hose the wrath of a summer. The softness of a feather bed, and fall into six luxury duvets in crisp white linens. The hardness of cold-wrought iron seats luxury Rome Airport, where I spent an agonizing night trying to stay awake during the morning flight, and the biting cold of bicycling Andrés passenger with my face touched by the icy winds, my eyes watering in the cold, and my heart screaming with joy.

Yes, I remember the cold night metal dress never heated, and the caress of fluffy snowflakes falling on my lips and tongue when walking in the snow. The touch of a child's hand in mine, and the soft dog's tongue licking the salt from my legs and feet while I complained, and the rough brush my cat's tongue while washing my hand, then the elegance of the spilled oil between my legs in summer.

Vista brings memories with moonrise. Tonight the moon rose orange through the trees, and I remembered the moon rises the sea and sunsets. Moonlight governing the manner in army camps, and the moonlit waters of the sea. I once saw a Blue Moon, while in the roof of my house in St Kilda, and flickering flames rising from the fires send me to summer camp, singalongs and toast marshmallows by the sea, when we sleep the night huddled on the beach in the sand, and woke up with crusty bread and boiled eggs for breakfast. I see the laughing eyes of my son and look confident, as he believed everything he said. I see the pain when Truth be told, and pride when the task was done. These places are indelible, and always will stay. We do not need our eyes to see what we can see into the heart. The memories are there times when there is time to stop and look at what was then and now and forever. The sweet smile of my grandson always warm my heart and I have this eagerness of my heart.

Unforgettable … so many things in our lives. I swing as files, and then something clicks a button, and memory is an open and live again.

Forget about the bad. Pull straight out. Why waste storage time on pain. Keep cheerful and happy on those days that need them, and they will always come to make you smile again. Treasure the richness of his mind.

What are memory triggers sending out in Your Own world of dreams?
We all have memories and keys that unlock all doors.

Maggi Carstairs 2008

Copyright © 2008 Ladymaggic

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Writer, Poet and Photographer with an interest in Travel, Art and Social Anthropology and Learning Research