I doubt very much that there is anyone in the world who needs to be educated on the reminiscent qualities of music. Having recently discovered the 'shuffle absolutely everything' function on my mp3 player, I'm experiencing Rachmaninov followed by Rammstein, Top Gun straight after the Gorillaz and following a very jumbled version of memory lane. An old favourite blasted over Charlie's speakers on the way home tonight, bringing with it a special memory of my fabulous sister.
Almost 3 years ago now, at home, watching her big sister unsuccessfully hide her nerves while packing for her big trip (that she's yet to really return from), Kathy found a 1990s compilation CD - one of the 'Now That's What...'s or 'Huge Hits' or something. She carefully selected the tracks and there we both were, boogying round the room to Five's 'If Ya Gettin' Down', nerves gone.
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