A couple of weeks ago I had the strangest experience as I was driving up to Tamworth for Belle’s check-up. A long time ago a fellow blogger (I’m pretty sure it was either Amanda or Karmyn) said that your musical playlist is pretty much set from the age of 18 to 25. I’ve found this to be right on the money, and apart from a few artists that I’ve discovered since then, just about all the music in my collection is from when I was 18 to 25 (the music, not the CDs!).
What has this got to do with anything? Relax, I’m getting to it. Well, a few weeks ago I made an mmmm (mp3 mega music mix) and put in on CD to play in the car, all 150 songs. I have to do this because I don’t get very good radio reception here, and the stations that do come in strong, play shit music.
Now here’s the thing about listening to old songs while you’re driving, there’s a sort of subconscious thing that happens where you get this internal mental movie of your life playing as it relates to the songs you’re hearing. This can be really good in a nostalgic sort of way, or pretty scary in an alzheimer’s kinda way. The latter is what happened to me the way to Tamworth.
As Steve Miller’s “Fly Like an Eagle” came on, I was suddenly driving my ’64 Chev Bel Air over a bridge in New Brunswick. Everything was crystal clear, it was almost as if I was actually there (which may not be the best way to drive), the mental image of the dashboard and windscreen was as vivid as the ones in the Feroza (the car I was actually driving), and I could see the bridge in my mind’s eye as clear as if I was driving over it. But then I started to get a little freaked out when it dawned on me that I owned the Bel Air when I was in Australia!
So somehow I got two distinct memories blended into one and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t separate them. Now here’s the worrying part…I don’t know if was the copious amounts of attitude adjustment I’ve ingested for most of my life that caused the memories to be stored wrong, or whether it’s actually the result of the huge quantities of toxic substances that caused the memory retrieval to stuff up.
Either way it was a real buzz, man!
* I was going to include some photos of the cars in the story, but I couldn’t find them. I did find an old Fun Monday post that has them all though. The first photo is the 64 Bel Air that I drove in Oz, the second photo is the 75 Chev Custom 10 that I drove in Canada, and the second last photo is the actual car I was driving at the time.