I love that a transporting song can take you so quickly to another time and another place.
A short reel of a long and distant memory plays clear again, if only for a short time.
Other memories play louder and more frequently in our minds.
I have said this before and I will say it again: It’s peculiar what memories endure as time goes by.
We all smiled, and drank the Pouilly-Fuisse for the rest of the table and the red Bordeaux for the Duke, and all the while the men with the guitars kept playing, until finally I realized what they were playing, what they had been playing all along: ‘The Red River Valley” and the theme from The High and the Mighty. They did not quite get the beat right, but even now I can hear them, in another country and a long time later, even as I tell you this.
-Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
