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I was listening to Counting Crows' "August and Everything After" when I read The Hitchhiker's Guide series. But I think I have mild synesthesia anyway, so this sort of shit cross-references in my mind all the time.

I went on a week long Robyn binge back in April, and the same week, I went to a club for my first time and met Matthew Rush, who was a really sweet guy. Coincidentally, I can no longer listen to Robyn without getting wood.

I had a class about these Terry Pratchett books and I always listened to the Muse CD Black Holes and Revelations right before that class. So now every time i listen to a song from that album I get images of Discworld in my head and the giant turtle swimming through space.

also, this isn't a song, but Grand theft Auto and Clerks are associated in my mind because of the enormous number of guy friends I had who would play the game on their computers while the movie was playing in the background while we hung out (Does any one else use Clerks as background noise or was this my particular group of friends?)

Everytime I hear the song "I'll be Missing You" by Puff Daddy and Sting I think of one of my high school friends having a heart attack. He had a heart attack and went into a coma the summer before our junior year and as I was rushing to the hospital to see him the song came on the radio. I burst into tears and continued crying the whole way there. My friend made a full recovery, but I still think of him everytime I hear that song.

I have associations between entire albums and semesters of design studios, as we would either blast a CD on repeat until the wee hours of the morning, or forget the CD was on repeat with our headphones in until the sun rose the next day

therefore Weezer's Blue Album reminds me of second year second semester, Rufus Wainwright's Brushfire Failytales is third year first semester and Jimmy Eat World's album is second year first semester

those are the ones that stayed with me the most at any rate

oh! and there are certain songs that played CONSTANTLY on loop when I worked at Marshalls that always revert me back to a time where I was paid minimal wages to get yelled at by customers

for obvious reasons I have pushed the names of the songs far far back in my memory

...and "Kissing You" from the Romeo & Juliet soundtrack (just googled to find it's by Des'ree) has a powerful bittersweet memory. It's the song my highschool boyfriend played as he broke up with me. Despite the fact that the relationship was never meant to last, the song can still bring tears to my eyes. Even thinking about it is choking me up a little. Beautiful song. Sad memory.

Man, I have sooo many song associations. Some that come to mind:

1."Clubbed to Death" by Rob D makes me simultaneously happy and depressed, because I listened to it on repeat while reading the first 2 Harry Potter books back in 2000, which was a great time, but the books were also an escape from the news of my parents' separation, which was not so fun.

2. The song "Blue and Yellow" by The Used makes me think of the drive home after hearing that my good friend Mike was killed in a car crash. It also makes me appreciate tissues, because I didn't have any in the car and I ended up wiping my eyes and nose with a t-shirt I had in the backseat.

3. God help me I technically hate this song but "What's Up" by the Four Non Blondes reminds me of senior week at the Jersey shore. Me and my good friend Dawn both started singing it at the same time apropos of nothing, so to this day if we hear it on the radio we will leave a recording of it on each other's voice mail.

4. "Grey Street" by the Dave Matthews Band makes me weep like a bitch and I can't pinpoint why...it reminds me of summers in between college semesters, of some friends I no longer have, the lyrics remind me of my relationship with my father. All those things are possible...I always tear up.

My daughter, who was born about 15 years too late to really be associated with this song, reminds me of Fall's "Littlest Rebel" every time I see her dancing and playing and stuff. And when I hear that song, I think of her.

No earthly idea why.

My musical associations lean more towards certain groups/artists than songs in particular. For instance, I noticed that whenever I skipped school I would usually get busted whenever I had listened to Aerosmith that day, so the association became "Never listen to Aerosmith when I'm doing something wrong."
In my 20's, when I could get in infinitely more trouble, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Steely Dan were added to the list after a DUI and two illicit affairs were accompanied by 'background music' from these groups when I got nailed.
A few hard-earned lessons later, I avoid listening to these groups even when I'm thinking of doing something naughty anymore.

"It's a marshmallow world in the winter" makes me remember folding and carrying jeans (which are quite heavy after about four pairs) at Buckle during the christmas season, and thus inspires homicidal rage in me.

I was once stuck at the Amsterdam airport for 36 hours over New Year's after spending Christmas in Dublin with my family. At that airport, once you check in for the flight you can't leave the gate area, so we were stuck there in the gate for a day and a half. I had the flu so I had a horrible fever and kept having to crawl to the bathroom to throw up. There was a girl with a portable stereo, and she had the song Crimson & Clover on repeat. For a day and a half.

I never liked that godawful song to being with, but now I cannot listen to it without wanting to kill everyone within arm's reach. It reminds me so much of being hideously ill and uncomfortably confined that it quite literally makes me queasy whenever I hear it.

I've too many of these, but the strongest association seems to be about sex. Phil Collins "Do You Know Do You Care?" always snaps me right back to a particular person, place and some of the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had. Yowza.

I listened to Damien Rice's O all the time when I first bought it. Including the weekly 3-hour trips up to the hospital to see my Mom who was struggling with brain cancer and most of the time in a semi-comatose state. Consequently, now I can't listen to Cold Water or The Blower's Daughter without completly falling apart. Damien Rice is kind of heartbreaking in the best of circumstances, add a dying Mom in the mix and forget about it...

Aerosmith, Steely Dan, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Skipping school, DUI, and getting in trouble.... T-Max, is your real name Frank and are you my husband?

And, if it is you then WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU AT WORK ON A WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, DAMNIT!

I ain't got much for this one. About all I can think of is Garth Brooks' "Friends in Low Places," which always instantly takes me back to 7th grade school dances. It's a good thing I don't hear that song much any more.

Oh I almost forgot...I have a friend with the same inexplicable crying reaction to a song as Dustin..except hers is whenever we watch Team America and they sing "Pearl Harbor Sucks". We have no clue why this happens, but it is a favorite party trick of ours to play it and make fun of her.

I have so many of these. There's a constant soundtrack playing in my head. Some of the best: Carouselambra by Led Zepplin brings a great desire for sex; Float On by Modest Mouse makes me instantly happy; Into the Mystic by Van Morrison makes me think of a wonderful vacation with my kids, all of us singing at the top of our lungs; Hot Stuff by Donna Summer makes me think of the scene in The Full Monty when they are standing in the unemployment line and start dancing...I always do the hip thing; anything sad, sappy, broken hearted or angry reminds me of my most recent (and most painful) breakup. There just isn't enough room to list them all.

I had a period back in high school where I would always listen to the Dave Matthews Band album Crash while playing Carmaggeddon on my computer.
I haven't played Carmaggeddon in a really, really long time, but whenever I hear that album I definitely have vivid mental flashes of trying to run over cartoon pedestrians or waste another drivers' car.

Anything Slick Rick:

Bedouin in Egypt glaring at me with AK's in hand. Blasted his discography on a police escorted trip through the Sahara for five hours after my freshman year of college.

"This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh..."

I listened to Coldplay X&Y nonstop the summer that War of the Worlds came out, and now I have an odd association.

On a nerdier note, I listened to a compilation of Beethoven pieces, including the Für Elise, while reading Edgar Allan Poe one depressed teenage summer, and that has paired perfectly in my mind ever since.

Every time I listen to any Keane song (from their first album) I have flashes of Paris in my mind. It was the only cd I brought when I went there so I must have listened to it about 25 times in 3 days.

This one time, I played one of my brothers' Star Wars computer games while I listened to the Backstreet Boys. Now, whenever I hear any part of the Star Wars score that was on the game, I think of "Backstreet's Back". I'm so ashamed.

Got a couple of older ones:

When I was in Jr. High, some kid managed to play War's "Low Rider" over the school's intercom system one morning. To this day when I hear it, I think about my English class and the book Lost Horizon, which is what we were working on that day.

I was 13 when Hotel California and living in SoCal came out and it was impossible to avoid. No matter what you did, you heard it at least twice a day for months and months. When, in early '77 we moved to Tehran, I was sure I'd finally manages to escape it. But nooooo...turns out the Iranians loved it too and so now I tend to associate it with taxis in Iran.

I have so many but this is by far the most strange because on top of it being the most random song ever, the association pretty much takes me out of commission because I get so freaked out. I was listening to Merril Bainbridge: "Mouth" (well, actually the whole CD, but mostly this one song), while reading a children's book about a girl named Clementine who climbs down a cliff. Now I can't even remember the name of the book, but when I hear this song, which is thankfully infrequently, I find myself as terrified as if I myself were stranded in a cliffside cave in a hurricane. It's really disconcerting, and really scary. and sucks, because that song was awesome.

"Superheroes" by Esthero. I remember listening to it in the summer of 1999, wishing desperately that the girl I was sleeping with would stop acting like an idiot and realize that she liked me. I would sit and sing along, feeling that the following lyrics were especially poignant:
What would it take for you to see
What I have got?
I've got more than you know
Open your eyes, I cannot be - what I am not

By the end of the summer, we had broken up (she ditched me) and I was over her. As soon as I decided I never wanted to see her again, she showed up in my driveway and declared her love for me. We've been together almost 9 years.

Here's the musical association: That summer I made lots of banana bread and it always smelled like cut grass outside. So whenever I smell either of those things, I feel a little melancholy and lovelorn and am suddenly thrown back to being 20 years old. Sometimes I expect to look out the window and see the street I grew up on, or smell the perfume I wore then. It's very confusing.

wow, sorry for the double post!

I never actually listened to Hole WHILE playing Tomb Raider. I never do that, even if the in-game music sucks, which TR's assuredly did not. It was more of an interspersal-type thing -- play the game, listen to the CD, play the game, etc.

When I first got Soundgarden's "Superunknown" I was listening to it (with headphones) while someone in the same room was watching this Dolph Lundgren movie Hidden Assassin (a.k.a. The Shooter, because why have one meaning-free title when you can have MORE than one?). When the song "Head Down" came on, Dolph and his partner were tailing this woman and followed her into a club. They watched her dancing, and somehow her dancing seemed to go perfectly with the song that only I was listening to. Every time I hear that song now (which continues to be fairly often, love that freakin' album) I can see that actress dancing.

Every time I mow the lawn, "Mean Green Mother From Outer Space" runs through my head because in the spring, all the closed dandelion heads remind me of Audrey II.

...mean, green, BAD!!!!!

that is awesome Three-nineteen.

When I was younger, my parents listened to this radio stationed that must have used a tape or something because the exact same Red Hot Chili Peppers song would come on at about ten minutes to 4pm every day. Now, Under the Bridge is permanently linked with going to the pool in my mind since we were always heading to the afterschool swim program at that time.

Jay!!! Now I know that someone else shares the feeling of that damned Mickey D's commercial tainting one of Beethoven's most beautiful compositions forever. Now whenever I hear Fur Elise, instead of having my spirit moved or what have you, all that happens is my mouth waters because I crave fries. Salty salty fries.

The song Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, by U2 makes me think of being in Europe. On a trip in 1995 the Mr. and I took a ferry from Belgium to England and they were showing Batman & Robin in the ship's theater. I only stumbled in to see the end credits where this song is played. I know everyone loves to talk about how crappy Batman & Robin was, but it has a free pass for me because of this.

I would love to give you no end of crap for your very strange Abba affliction Dustin, but on this same trip I acquired my own. We had rolled into the Stockholm train station at 6:00 in the morning and needed to sleep for a few more hours in order to function for the day. We found two benches in the train station that happened to be under a couple of TV's mounted about 10 feet off the ground. A short time later the TV's started to play a looped recording that included the trailer to Muriel's Wedding, which has the song Waterloo in it. I probably heard that song in my sleep about 50 times before I woke up, permanently burning it into my brain. And I've loved Abba ever since.

James Blunt's "You're Beautiful" was playing on the radio when the woman driving the SUV behind me smashed into my car and knocked my head into my steering wheel.

I now get extremely nervous if I so much as hear that douchebag's voice.

David Allen Coe "You don't have to call me" will forever be associated with hanging out with some of my favorite people in college. They were members of the "rednecked" frat, the hunters and men who drove trucks. You could go hang out with them wearing track pants and tee shirt and it never mattered.

Van Morrison's "Brown-eyed Girl" makes me think of a good friend/ex-boyfriend who always sang this around me. Garbage's "Special" reminds me of the idiot that dumped me one week before my senior prom.

Smashing Pumpkins "Disarm" reminds me of a friend who was never quite what I wanted him to be.

Counting Crows "Colorblind" is also for the same guy who wasn't what I wanted him to be.

Raindrops Keep Fallin' on my Head: When I lived in England as a child, my nanny had a small, square, black, sort of scratchy radio. Her bedroom was painted bright butter yellow and was right next to mine at the top of the stairs. Whenever I hear this song, I am 6 years old again and I can see her yellow walls and smell the cold air and windex (she was always cleaning and leaving windows open to air the house out) and feel the rough beige carpet under my toes. I told her this once and she had no recollection of this song, so maybe it was just popular on the radio that year.

Puff Daddy's (or whatever his name is now) I'll Be Missing You: I performed this in 10th grade at a school talent show with a guy I was sure I was going to marry because OMG THIS WAS TRUE LOVE. I didn't marry him and in fact have no idea where he is now, but this song makes me think of his teal Ford truck and the black turtleneck I wore all the time because I thought it made me look hip and angstful (He was an artist. I felt I needed to up my angst to win him.)

And any Loreena McKennit (which I don't hear much of now, thank goodness) brings me immediately back to my first, sucky mall job in high school. *shiver*

This is a great diversion.

My first association involves the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Anyone that's ever rowed knows the hell that is the winter indoor season (that is, unless you were lucky enough to row in warmer climates). We would erg (the rowing machine) what seemed to be nonstop my freshman year of college. During our 6k erg tests (think going as hard as you can for roughly 20 minutes and thirty seconds), our coach would always put on this Red Hot Chili Peppers megamix. Everyone hated it, but no one ever said anything, and to this day, everytime I hear the Red Hot Chili Peppers, my legs start to pulse as though they're prepping for the destructive flow of lactic acid.

The next is the Yeah Yeah Yeahs "Maps". Well, first it's that just the most beautiful song ever anyway. But I took a boyfriend to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs play in New York. Up until that point, I'd never been one to publicly display affection, not because I think PDA is gross (which I do), but because I was afraid of it, so I guess just very uncomfortable with myself. Well, I don't know what came over me THAT night, but when Karen O started wailing, "They don't love you like I love you," I reached out and grabbed his hand and held it for the rest of the show, as we walked out of the theater, and all the way back to my apartment. Everytime I hear "Maps", I think of that night, which I consider part of my personal liberation and a big "fuck you" to anyone and anything that had instilled the fear in the first place.

I purchased the collected works of HP Lovecraft on the same bookstore trip where I netted a Dar Williams album "End of the Summer." So I associate the song "Are You Out There" with Cthulhu.

From the time I was 12 through college, I worked at my dad's beer distributor during the summer and during breaks from school. For those not from Pennsylvania, a beer distributor is a store, usually warehouse-ish, selling only cases of beer (no six-packs), soda, snacks, cigs, and lotto tickets (no liquor). The radio providing background music was always tuned to easy listening (B101 for fellow Philly-ites) and they played more or less the exact same songs at the exact same times of day, every day. They would slowly rotate new songs in over time, but the core songs, especially 9-5, stayed the same. During the years I worked there in college, I was actually able to tell time, to within about 5-10 minutes, by what song was being played.

"You Were Meant For Me" by Jewel was played daily within 10 minutes +/- of noon. Needless to say, that song now always makes me hungry, particularly for a hoagie eaten while sitting on a stack of beer cases.

I totally can't listen to Tom Petty's American Girl without thinking about that time I got shoved into the back of a van and held captive in a hole in the ground by this freak who wanted to make a shirt out of my skin. I used to really like that song.

Oh, MC, I feel for you. I think when I die and go to hell, B101 will be playing nonstop.

I have a non-maudlin one - Chili Peppers' "Scar Tissue" always takes me back to a rented, falling down shorehouse (it was condemned after Labor Day weekend) that a bunch of us had in North Wildwood for the summer of 1999.

When I was little (aged 3 years), I used to ride back and forth West Texas with my father in the cab of his pickup truck. There would be a cooler of juice boxes and pepsis (it was a couple hundred mile trip), a bag of bananas (supplied by my mother) and a package of Little Debbie oatmeal cakes (smuggled in by my father, about which I was sworn to secrecy). We would sing repeatedly with the radio or tape American Pie. My classic rock father did not do kiddie music, I don't think he knew it existed. A few years later my father took me to a Don McLean concert (I was 7 by this point) and we once again smuggled in Little Debbie oatmeal cakes. Whenever I hear that song, I want to sneak a Little Debbie cake.

When Backstreet's Back came out and was on the radio constantly, it used to crack my best friend and I up in that secretly love it/love to hate it, guilty pleasure way. We'd blast it and sing it at the top of the radio. More often than not, we'd be so goofy, we'd miss our turn or exit of the highway. This happened multiple times a week (commuting to summer jobs). Now when I hear that song, I instinctively check to see if I'm going the right way, even when not in a car, which garners me some strange looks as my head whips around.

Every time I hear Pat Benetar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" it brings back memories of a funny story. I had a lady friend who borrowed some money from me and she was unable to pay if off, so I told her she could pay me back in other ways. To make a long story short she was servicing me and some of my man juice got in her eye, she began crying and she flipped out. I told her to stop crying and go clean up. She got up and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the T.V. and VH1 were are playing Benetar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot."

What IS up with PA liquor laws? I can get beer, wine and hard liquor in my grocery store (except on Sunday which is equally stupid).

MG i just skipped over "american girl" on my iPod earlier today for that exact reason. "are you about a size 14?" shiver

My mom went through a Jewel craze at the same time I started tromping through the original Doom videogame. She would play it loud enough to fill the entire house, so in was inescapable.

Having said that, one can only imagine the irrational caged-animal reaction I have whenever I hear "You Were Meant For Me."

After my junior year of high school I went to stay in rural Michigan with my Aunt while my parents went on an extended Italian cruise (those bitches). Not terribly exciting, but I did take a train from four states away. Cue to me clutching my portable CD player whilst listening to the Nick Drake compilation Way To Blue on repeat.
Beautiful, sad, utterly perfect train music, and especially so for staring at the soft green expanses of the midwest.

Yellow Submarine (the movie soundtrack or the movie, interchangeably) makes me think of my childhood cat. I was forced to stay behind while he was put down; my dad attempted to distract me with an acid-nightmare of a Beatles flick.

On a happier (and tangentially related) note, Plastic Operator's Folder will always evoke my first experience with mushrooms at a local forest preserve.

Andrew Bird's Opposite Day with the entirety of my freshman year of college.

Ooh, I've got a nice random one: Traffic's The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys is forever associated with Easter Sunday, and accordingly scalloped potatoes.
Interpret that as you will.

I was dating a girl named Robin in high school. I had kind of fallen for her. We went to a party one night and she told me she was leaving with another guy. Worse, she told me she had gone to the party with me so she would have a ride so she could meet this dude and leave with him. It was really cold that night. I went home, alone of course, and listened to The Rain Song by Zeppelin (the live version). The windows were open and it was breezy and cold in the room.
Everytime I hear that song I still flash back to that melancholy night and a little chill creeps up my back.

This happens a lot for me, but the one I remember right now is Nena's - 99 Red Balloons. I used to have it on constantly while playing Quake 3 and Counter-Strike, and when I hear it, I think fondly of killing people on fantastical virtual maps. Yea... I might be crazy.

I'll start with the sad one, when my friend died way before his time in a freak hiking accident a couple years ago, they played "Spirit in the Sky" after the service and let 50+ balloons float off into the horizon. The pastor told us to pick a balloon, attach a memory to it an let it go. I watched it until it was just a tiny little speck, because I didn't want to let him or my memory go. I still tear up when I hear that song.

Happy memory, because of Sufjan Steven's christmas album, all of his songs remind me of Christmas.

I have synesthesia so I already am forced to associate music with colors, BUT besides that oddity, I discovered my love for Christian Bale while listening to "Return of the Phantom Stranger" by Rob Zombie, and now I cannot listen to that song without seeing Christian Bale. This may explain why I listen to that song so much even 7 or 8 years later...

I grew up overseas in Okinawa in the 80's, watching a lot of AFRTS (Armed Forces Radio and Television Service) programming. There was just one G.I. channel, and since there were no commercials, A LOT of between-programming time to fill. So between episodes of "Clutch Cargo" and "Crusader Rabbit" or "M*A*S*H" and "CHiPs," they would play miscellaneous PSAs about OPSEC (Operation Security) and such or run a calendar of base events over music. But in '87, they began running a "music video" of Van Halen's "Dreams"--my favorite song to this day--over video of the Navy's Blue Angels performing. As an Air Force daughter I always wished it was the Thunderbirds, but I still see the kick-ass flight maneuvers in my mind whenever I hear the song on the radio. I don't even know what the real VH video looks like. And I don't want to.

No that's the regular video actually, pamela. Very end of the A-4's life with them I think.

Meanwhile, I've bonded it to Stephen Colbert's "Dance Party!" at the 2004 Democratic convention.

When I was a kid, I went through a phase where I listened to the album "Fragile" by Yes all the time. It happened to correspond with the period when I was playing the video game Myst. Now I can't hear any music from that album without being transported back in time to 1994, playing Myst in my Dad's study.

Actually, mine is with the original Tomb Raider game, too. I listened to Fiona Apple's "Tidal" religiously during that period and now I have femrock-flashbacks of backflips onto mossy walls whenever I hear "Sullen Girl."

Whenever I hear NIN's "The Hand That Feeds", I can't help but think about strippers. I don't know why.

I'm finally back in action after months of madness. Yay on that. Whenever I hear Paul Simon's 'The Obvious Child' I get this fierce desire to be back in my buddy's neighbor's car with my only high school friends and first boyfriend, grinding the damn thing into turf as we 'off roaded' in all the traffic calmed, massively speed bumped back alleys of Vancouver, and through Stanley Park and along the beaches and up to UBC. The scenery on those routes deserve lavishly expensive real film to capture in their own right. Good times, and longing, longing, longing...

1. The first association is less mine than my mother's. The night before she went into labor with me, she couldn't get the song "Little Girls" out of her head from Annie. Granted, there is no better example of the woman that I'd become than Ms. Hannigan.

2. "The Scientist" by Coldplay will forever and always be my bestfriend. We listened to it on repeat as we moved her out of the lovely Brooklyn apartment she shared with her long-time love and into her first solo Manhattan closet. Driving over the Brooklyn Bridge with the windows down at sunset with the last of her stuff in my car, we practically took out the speakers blasting it. I remember wishing the wind could blow away the melancholy as I certainly couldn't do anything for her. But then something about the song seemed to lift her. Since then, every time I hear it, if she's not around something is distinctly missing.

One of the last things I did before my parents moved back to South Africa was go see Ladysmith Black Mambazo. So, inevitably, their song "Homeless" makes me an absolute wreck.

What a good idea for a diversion! A lot of my memories are tied to songs, but of course I'm drawing a blank on most of them off hand. Here's a couple that come to mind.

"Life is a Highway" by Joe Cocker
Was on constantly the summer of '92 and I was interning at Disney World so I always think of that absolutely kick-ass summer whenever this song comes on the radio.

"Cheap Seats" by Alabama
Another summer internship, this time in '94. This song was played constantly at this country bar we used to frequent (because it was the only club in town) during an internship in Missouri at a golf resort.

"Music Box Dancer" by ?
I had to have a series of shots when I was 6 and every week on the way to the appointment this song was on the radio. So it makes me think of needles which is not so fun.

I will always associate the song "Lover Lay Down" with my first love. It was the summer after high school and he & I had been playing cat-and-mouse for months. But ultimately, it culminated in that song playing on a jukebox in a bar (we lived in Louisiana, so you could be in a bar at 18) and we slow-danced to it. The relationship lasted into the first few months of college (we went to separate schools in separate states) and we broke up/got back together several more times over the next 5 years. It was never meant to be.

Eventually, I got married to another wonderful man who loves Dave Matthews. For some reason, I always feel a little guilty when this song comes on because I always think of my first love.

The second song association I have is "My girl" which plays at every single wedding, but is extremely difficult for me to listen to. It reminds me of my baby girl who passed away at 4 months old last August. I used to sing it to her every day. The song kills me to hear it now.

My thing is actually extremely recent, as in last Sunday.

I went to a concert where Drowning Pool was playing, and during the concert, someone threw a sucker up on stage. Ryan McCombs grabbed it, put it in his mouth, and then went "Why does this sucker taste like weed?"

Then they went in to "Bodies" and I got the crap kicked out of me because I was on the edge of a mosh pit.

So now everytime since then that I've heard "Bodies" (which is basically only twice) I've thought of weed suckers.

My thing is actually extremely recent, as in last Sunday.

I went to a concert where Drowning Pool was playing, and during the concert, someone threw a sucker up on stage. Ryan McCombs grabbed it, put it in his mouth, and then went "Why does this sucker taste like weed?"

Then they went in to "Bodies" and I got the crap kicked out of me because I was on the edge of a mosh pit.

So now everytime since then that I've heard "Bodies" (which is basically only twice) I've thought of weed suckers.

"Clocks" by Coldplay will always be driving across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge from Annapolis on our way to Chincoteague Island. The song lasts almost as long as driving across the bridge, and it is the perfect accompaniment to the beauty of the water and the boats and the birds.....says summer to me, everytime.

And, I always change the lyrics to "Rock and Roll, Part 2" to "Doctor WHO-O-O, Doctor Who, Doctor WHO-O-O, the Tardis." Don't have any idea who did that years ago, but that song will always be the Doctor Who song to me.

Oh,so cute!I love her.Maybe she want to find more new friends,she is on "S e e k i n g R i c h . c o m ".On "S e e k i n g R i c h . c o m",there are many beautiful girls and rich,handsome men,they want to find more friends,find their lover.On that site,they make friends each other.If you are single now,I think you would come to the site.Please believe yourself,you will
find your lover.Come on!

Oh, the one that makes me cry is "What Might Have Been" by Little Texas. I don't normally listen to country, but this song is EXACTLY the story of me and the one that got away, who is still my friend and the great love of my life. I cannot listen to it, ever, because I freakin' lose it. Damn.....

And I don't know if anybody mentioned Sia's Breathe Me......if you did, you know why....

In first year of University, my boyfriend and I would have crazy, awkward, 19 year old sex in his dorm room when his roomate wasn't there. He felt that the longer he lasted, the better it was for me (wrong). Anyways, he liked to put his computer playlist on shuffle while we got busy, and I kid you not, the Fraggle Rock theme song came on right in the heat of the moment. Fraggle Rock, my friends. Can't hear that song without thinking "how much longer is this going to last?"

and i.fuctup: It's "Spinning Away" by Brian Eno, which I also associate with Pizza Hut.

that song will always be the Doctor Who song to me.

That's "Doctorin' the TARDIS" by The Timelords, aka The KLF. I thought it was the song, and in my memory it had been around forever but I think it was 1989 actually. But being misinformed I'd get confused, like when a college marching band played it at a game on TV, or when I'd hear Gary Glitter himself, like in the beginning of "Reality Bites": "where's the lyrics? Is this some instrumental edit?" Don't know how I'd missed the exposure to the original, but there you have it. Fitting I suppose since I love the show now.

1. Tom Petty will always cause me a brief moment of rage--a bunch of us were tailgating before a Dave Matthews Band concert a few years ago (this is a serious business--we'd usually arrive around 2 in the afternoon or so) and the people a couple parking spots over from us played the same 8-song Tom Petty CD on repeat for HOURS. I still do like Tom Petty, but that was a bit much. We responded with Sex and Beer by Pat McCurdy, among other things.

2. One of the strongest associations I have is between the Reality Bites soundtrack, Alice in Chain's Jar of Flies and SimCity. I played a lot of SimCity on an old PowerMac that summer.

I'm also with Jay and Melissa on the Fur Elise thing.

Well, my ex-boyfriend lived in a house with a lot of roommates, and he used to blast Nirvana's Nevermind during sex. One night, he decided to tell me we should break up right after, during "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Everytime I hear that song I feel young and anxious and stupid. Also, Michael Buble and the Braveheart soundtrack were the favourites an ex-boyfriend who was killed in a car accident. I cleaned out his apartment on my 25th birthday. I have the cd's still, but have never played them - that music just stops my heart. In brighter diversions, Black Box's "Ride on Time" reminds me of getting ready for the club right after I got my first fake ID and Public Enemy reminds me of reading Sassy as a teenager.

When I was in college, I got a mix CD from one of my oldest, most laid back friends who never listens to anything harder than Enya or Weird Al. His ex-girlfriend helped him make it, and it's full of bizarre shit he would never have chosen on his own, including Cartman's 'Firestarter' mashup.

This is now his theme song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmo-dx5uvEU

a few years ago, after a long summer day of boozing, my friend Ty and I stopped at a convenience store. "Amber" by 311 was on the radio at the store, and we sang along with the chorus ("oo-ooh, amber is the color of your energy") as we stood in the checkout line. From there we went to a park where I proceeded to puke behind a truck in the parking lot. That song still always makes me think of Ty and puking.