What music bring to my ears

Sometimes I just love lazing about and just listen to some selections from my ipod. Some songs would just bring back so much memories. The strange thing is, sometimes the songs just brought me back to a particular memory and it can almost feel so real...I can listen to Third Eye Blind and recall the times I used to cruise around in the ol' beemer. Or put on U2's "Stay.." and I will distinctively recall a time I rushed from one end of KL to the other (as in, Ampang to TTDI) at 3am just to send my friend home after a pool party (thinking about, did she ever thanked me?hmm) and making the return trip just to dive some more. I don't do those things anymore...

It makes me wonder, who am I? and what have I become? Do we all grow out of it? Had it my way, I wouldn't really want to. But circumstances always seem to dictate our lives.

How about listening to Springsteens' "Born in the USA" and it takes me back to 1986. A time where my eldest sis, myself and bro would cycle laps around the neigbourhood and keep getting chased by the neighbour's dog. A time when I knew nothing about home-works or Karl Marx's works, a time I couldn't care less for girls/babes what have you, a time I didn't have to worry about life.

How strong music is...

It saddens me at times when reflecting upon the past. It's even strange when my parent's house is the same one we moved into some 24 odd-years ago or so. I remembered a time when I could barely jump to touch the light switches and now I'm hovering over the damn thing. It's stranger still (and funny) to see that most of the inhabitants there are the same bar, a few additions. Now it's the younger generation who fills the screams and yells in the house. Which is kinda ironic if you think about it. It was just 15 years ago that my 3 sisters and bro (although bro was never really in the house - being a wayward that he's always been) would yell for each other when the phone rings no matter where in the world we were.

I had a good time appreciating Metallica over the weekend. Again, that brought me some very nice memories. Oh, all that head banging and air guitar-ing/drumming I used to do as JK drives my dad's beemer. But's that's just one part of my music-supported memoirs (or musical memoirs, if you like).

I wonder if this applies to everyone? I mean, music bridging a significant memory with your present self.