It’s weird how a song can make you recall so many specific memories. As I’m listening to Gone by The Black Crowes (Amorica, which might be my favorite album by them) I can remember exact feelings from 9th grade. When I close my eyes, I am fifteen-year old Brianna. But only for a minute.
I could feel pissed off, happy, sad, what have you, but when a memory-triggering song plays, I am engulfed in the feelings that come with that particular song. Ninth grade was such a great year. I became obsessed with the Black Crowes that year and I basically assosiate all of freshman year with them. Listening to the Black Crowes reminds me of halcyon days, how perfect I thought freshman year was, of my friends that I am no longer close with, of the simplicity of my life then, of the then senior I was infatuated with, and so many more things. When the memories swarm me, I am so happy. Once I realize what I’m feeling are three and some FOUR year old memories, it depresses me. But getting that reminder of those better days inspires me to make the best of today. And it reminds me that I need to listen to the Crowes more.
It’s crazy how music can affect me.