symphonic

I don’t have a good memory. This is fairly well known. I’m horrible with names. I’ve grown so accustomed to forgetting names that I sometimes don’t even try. Recently, I’ve taken steps to try and curb the trend. I’ve started trying harder to remember names of even the most insignificant of introductions in an attempt to grow into the habit of remembering the important ones.

I’ve started quizzing myself and repeating names. This last weekend was the first trial and I think it worked relatively well. But on the way back and forth I realized that I had been remembering names and events easily for quite some time. While listening to assorted songs on my iPod I noticed that certain songs immediately brought back pieces of my past and the key players therein.

There were specific songs, like Tim McGraw- Sleep Tonight: Carol; G. Love and the Special Sauce- Milk & Cereal: Gina; Tim McGraw- Bbq Stain: Alexis; Jibbs- Chain Hang Low: Ray and Val; Rick Springfield- Jessie’s Girl: Tess; Big Tymers- Still Fly: the Milwaukee boys; Incubus- Drive: Dolphin; or Lifehouse- Everything: Steve [Stephanie].

Sometimes it’s the band, like Eve 6: Natalie; Tim McGraw: Jenny; Backstreet Boys: the girls; Default: Aaron; Guster: Heather; Snow Patrol: Jess; Jason Mraz: Emily; The Roots: D; or Something Corporate: Sarah.

Sometimes it’s just a mood that I remember, like somber when I hear Modest Mouse; tired when I hear James Blunt; relaxed when I hear Nelly; or aggressively upset when I hear Stabbing Westward.

Putting my iPod on full shuffle is like flipping through a gigantic photo library or strolling down my own personal timeline. Whether the names of new people I meet stick or not, I’ll always have a list of people from my past and present set to music.