As stolen from the lovely Robin...she's much more creative than I (and has much better taste in music!)
Age 15 - Rocking out to I'm Real by Jennifer Lopez (before the JLo days) and Jay-Z in the elevator of my moms new apartment, a week after she left my dad. Shouting all the words with my two best friends who kept me sane.
Age 16 - Singing Ignition remix in my boyfriends Mazda pickup. He was learning to drive standard and I kept pushing repeat.
Age 17 - Drove in the backseat of a friend's camero (named Storm for the lovely grey colour) through
Stanley Park at night belting
Shake ya tailfeather by Nelly (God was I ever a gangster!) wishing the summer would never end and I could freeze these moments in my memory forever.
Age 18 - Cried as my boyfriend of two years broke up with me for bigger and better things (girls?) in his future while Over and Over (Tim McGraw and Nelly) played softly in the background.
Age 19 - Danced around in my dorm room with my new cowboy hat blaring Don't worry bout a thing (SheDaisy) torn between missing home and loving my new independence.
Age 19 - Played Boondocks on repeat as we drove to Seattle for the Kenny Chesney concert, sat in 4 hours of border traffic and got pulled over by a state trooper. I drove got a suntan on the hood of the car, went to my first American concert and loved my friends.
Age 20 - The snow had finally started to melt in my snowy northern town where I was going to University. I rolled my windows down and car danced with my two roommates to Sexy Back wearing aviators with a car full of text books.
Age 21 - Waited in the hotel room with my parents as they got ready to attend my university convocation while singing Sweet Escape (Gwen Stefani) acapella with my sister. Later that day, I sang the same song in the car on the way to meet T for the first time.
Age 22 - The White Stripes played on my computer so many times they fill up 90% of my top 25 most played songs on my iTunes. T and I (his music collection much more eclectic than mine) both agreed on our mutual love for The White Stripes and it was played more than often. As we pulled away from T's house leaving for our journey to our house together, My Doorbell by The White Stripes played (and I sang along. At 5:30am.)
Age 23- These days, I'm seen car dancing much to T's chagrin to Mr. Hurricane by The Beast. While my music taste has become much less mainstream than it ever has been (my 15 year old sister tells me it isn't cool to listen to top 40's anymore - only indie music, dontchaknow) I still rock out to Britney (though less, now that I've attended her terrible concert) but lately have been rockin it old school with favorites I used to love. The memories are insane. The songs flood me with images and scents and feelings I had long forgotten. Isn't it amazing?
Any old favorites? Any new favorites?
xoxo
b