Music/Popular Culture

30-Day Song Challenge, day 6: a song that reminds me of a place

Where were you the first time you heard Gorillaz?

I was on vacation in Florence. We were relaxing after a relentless day of sightseeing and trying to decide what to do for dinner. We had the TV on a music video station and up came this hip, trippy vid by a band I had never heard of. How cool it was.

Still is.

Dinner, by the way, was delicious.

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  1. I still always think of Fort Meade when I hear the Allman Brothers–which is where I first heard them, on the radio, astonishingly enough. This song, in fact–Dreams:

  2. I’ll share two:

    In January 1988 I went on a graduate workshop to Costa Rica and Nicaragua (yes, that’s during the Sandinista vs. Contra period). Every morning in Managua we got up and were taken to a small green house, sort of a restaurant, where we had breakfast: scrambled eggs, rice, black beans. Every morning, despite the US trying to overthrow the government, we were serenaded with American rock and roll. The song I remember most (and it played EVERY morning) was “Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi:

    The other makes a little more sense. Last summer we spent 2 weeks in Scotland. One day we escaped the Royal Mile in Edinburgh and headed for the river–the Water of Leith. I didn’t put 2 and 2 together until I saw a banner for the Proclaimers, “Sunshine on Leith.” Now the song “500 miles” makes me smile and reminds me of a long sunny walk in one of my favorite cities in the part of town where the song was born:

  3. Well, this is mildly embarrassing, but…

    In 1999 into 2000, Lou Bega’s “Mambo Number 5” was all the rage in Russia. That song was fucking everywhere. Get into a cab, a mini-bus, walk past a schwarma stand. I mean if it had a radio the chances were good that Bega was coming out of it. After a while i just got used to it, maybe even tuned it out. But if for some reason i hear it now, i get the memory rush replete with olfactory hallucinations. (And the same feeling of national embarrassment i felt then.)

  4. Day behind here, but catching up fast…this reminds me of living at Kimesville Lake with the band in the fall of 1972. WQDR, Raleigh, had just come on the air as a true FM rock station – few commercials, tripped out DJ’s, loooooong sets of music. They played this tune often: