Lisening to Elastica conjures an image of driving northbound on The Edens Expressway, north of Chicago, at around Lake-Cook Road.
It's dusk.
It's the summer of 1995.
And I'm riding shotgun in my friend Josh's car.
Not sure where we're headed, but I'm sure that we'll smoke pot once we get there.

listening to nirvana's 'nevermind' reminds me of senior year in highschool.....

riding around in my friend's powder blue chevy nova during the winter.

no place to go. nothing to do. but the tunes made it all worthwhile.

Cranking up Love and Rockets "No Big Deal" in my friend's black Ford Escort... probably tooling around somewhere in Fayette County, GA.

Listening to the Four Freshmen in my friend's Fiat convertible-- which the top NEVER came up. I distinctly remember it being around Christmas time and it was cold as fuck.

Playing quarters at a cross-dress party in college while listening to Smashing Pumpkins' "Gish."

Listening to Sting's "Dream of the Blue Turtles" on the beach in Florida at night (yes, on a big-ass boombox). I was prolly 16.

edit: and then there was that time in my boyfriend's dorm room.... Pink Floyd's "Ummagumma" and "Meddle."

Smoking pot with a friend in his car in some park in Atlanta while listening to Led Zeppelin's "Dazed and Confused." How apropos.

Side one of "Meddle" is tremendous, hearkens back to a severe loss of brain cells during a road trip to RPI.

My Dad playing the "air saxophone" to Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street while he drove the family to Nags Head for vacation. Late 70's-ish?

peter gabriel - secret world live
>>reminds of working at pizza hut in high school

barenaked ladies - rock spectacle, james - laid
>> reminds of my freshman year in college

janes addiction - ritual del habitual
>> playing 8th-9th grade soccer with the juniors and seniors

misfits - walk among us
>> first getting into skateboarding

i actually could go on and on...music has played a HUGE part in my entire life......all genres top 40, punk, ska, emo, indie, country etc, etc.

Listening to Simple Minds' Sparkle in the Rain on tape whilst taking my first train trip through the UK in 1985.

Hearing Catatonia's song Road Rage while stuck in serious traffic on the M5 in the UK.

Singing, in unison, The Proclaimers 100 Miles (or whatever song title is) at top of my lungs in a car full of batty women from grad school.

Ohh...so many more...sigh.

Fisherman's Blues reminds me of a 75 mile crossing from Orange Cay to Biscayne Bay across the Gulf Stream in 6-8 ft seas in a 31'ft boat head on into a storm, drinking bourbon, and consoling the wives green gilled over the side of boat.

Steve Earle's Guitartown, and Dwight Yoakam's Honky Tonk Man remind me of being lost on a 40 mile muddy ranch access road(a mapped shortcut) somehwere in North Dakota while the wife and I took a cross country trip moving back to the East coast from San Fran.

Listening to "Like Spinning Plates" for the first time at my old house in Baltimore on that big Aiwa soundsystem....

Since said system was on a glass table, the fucking table shook along to the melody of the song.. I always thought that was so cool, and not sure if I ever tried to duplicate it

My dad playing this vinyl on summer days, with the balcony door and all the windows wide open, at our old apartment.

oh, another one... sitting on my back patio with my husband in Decatur, dog at our feet, drinking sangria, listening to Concrete Blonde's "Mexican Moon."

I could think of a thousand songs or albums that remind me of something, but my favourite would be the time I'm sitting around with a couple of friends (and my future wife) having a couple of beers. My dad comes downstairs and plunks down a bottle of Cuervo Gold and proceeds to start doing shots. He then commandeers the stereo and we're treated to a country music fest, some good (Cash, Waylon, Willie), some bad (Terri Clark). One song particular brings it back, David Ball's 'Thinking Problem'. Only because my dad proceeded to tell us over and over that "he writes his own songs, unlike a lotta those Nashville fuckers".

So henceforth whenever my wife and I hear that song we always say "That's David Ball, he writes his own songs".

listening to Dr. Hook, especially "Sylvia's Mother" and "Cover of the Rolling Stone," while sleeping in the back seat, with my family driving through the night to the Outer Banks.

watching my parents slow dance on the porch to "Harvest Moon" and "Ripple."

The Beatles' White Album and Rolling Stones' "Hot Rocks" are the summer after my sophomore year of college, when i lived in a big house with all my friends, and all we did was drink beer and smoke pot and opium.

and riding in my friend mia's car, listening to pavement "cut your hair" on repeat.

Wallflowers - One Headlight :: 15, riding around my best friend's yard in the VW Bug she received for her Birthday, but hadn't registered yet.

Billy Squier's "Don't Say No" album--driving my blasted roommate back from the diner at 5:30AM the morning after he broke up with his gf--pulling over to the sholder, kicking him out of the car (literally, with my foot) so that he could empty the contents of his GI tract onto the grass, then explaining to the cop that arrived at the worst possible moment, that no, I was not drunk, that yes, my roommate was, and give him a break, he broke up with his girlfriend last night, and yes I could get him home right away.

oh man, and frente "marvin the album" will forever remind me of traveling through scandanavia- i was like 13, in helsinki and stockholm and copenhagen with a walkmen and headphones, obsessed with that album.

Tangerine Dream -- White Eagle, "Convention of the 24" -- honey I was with (with whom I was trying to "get it on") asked me to turn it off. In hindsight, not exactly music most conducive to lovemaking, but the first time the concept came up. (I.E. not everyone wants to listen to Ministry during sex.)

great thread.

better than ezra's deluxe was playing as i unpacked on my first day of college. i put it on after my mom dropped me off and i remember sitting on the floor amidst boxes and clothes and crying because i wasn't sure what i was supposed to do next.

"temptation" by new order will always remind me of dancing with this guy that i know.

"elevator love letter" by stars reminds me of a forbidden crush that i had a few years back. we used to text song lyrics back and forth like a couple of kids.

"i'm looking through you" by the beatles reminds me of saturday mornings with my mom when i was a kid. she loves dancing, so every saturday morning when we were cleaning the house, she'd put on music (usually the beatles) and make me dance with her.

i have a ton of memories from being a kid with two music geeks for parents, but they're pretty boring, too.

'License ot Ill' i think of the tie i was playing it driving over the Tapanzee bridge.

oooh, and i recall playing Basketball and listening to 'Paul's Boutique' for the first time

Distinctly remember oversleeping because the DJ played Frank Sinatra on my clock radio.

Buddy Holly - "Heartbeat"
and
Jim Carroll - Catholic Boy

For some reason, I have the same memory of both of these...
driving in the middle of the day down Stadium Blvd. in Columbia, MO, on a sort of abandoned stretch between the shopping mall and campus... driving toward campus, riding solo.

It's been 15 years since I've been to Columbia.
I have to get back there sometime.

Listening to Liz Phair - Exile In Guyville now.
And I see myself standing outside of Vintage Vinyl on Davis in Evanston, with my friend Josh and my ex-girlfriend Carlen (who looked a bit like Liz). It's summertime and Josh just bought the vinyl. We're gonna head back to his place and give it a listen.

Everytime I listen to that first EODM album, it reminds me of driving over the bridge into Manhattan to meet up with OPA!, tthorn and Gordo at Hi-Fi.