Sometimes, when I hear a song, I’m catapulted back, not to some era in my life, but to a very specific moment in time, sometimes mere minutes long. Running carpools today, I heard two songs that turned me into a very young 20-something all over again.
The first, the Thompson Twins’ Hold Me Now, transported me to a small, neighborhood shoe store (of all places) where I was admiring some very frivolous little sandals. I was waffling, and was convinced to buy them only because the sales clerk flirted with me so outrageously, I suddenly realized I was the most gorgeous woman in the world and absolutely deserved those shoes to complement my wonderfulness. Hold Me Now was, of course, playing in the background. The shoe store is gone, and those feelings with it.
The second, Joe Jackson’s Steppin’ Out sees me walking into a small, neighborhood music store. It’s a meaningless vingnette. Nothing happened. But I spent a lot of happy years in that music store and the shopping trip I made to that store the day Joe Jackson’s song played in the background was, I think, one of the last times I went into the store before they tore it down and built a mega-mall in its place.