I find music and memories impossible to separate. That's what I love about music, that reminder. They say that the olfactory sense is the most closely linked with memory, and I can vouch for that too, but when my ears prick up at a familiar tune a host of memories always come rushing back.
Cigarettes Will Kill You by Ben Lee - Sitting on the stained carpet of the dirtiest house I've lived in, drinking beers with some of my best friends.
Hey Boy, Hey Girl by Chemical Brothers - Standing in a field in Somerset with two old friends and not a care in the world.
Fuzzy by Grant Lee Buffalo - Nestled next to a sweet girl in bed listening to the sound of possums crawl over the roof of my house.
Gabriel by Lamb - Sitting on the edge of a bed in a room with red curtains feeling someone slip through my fingers.
Wonderwall by Oasis - Standing in the moonlight a thousand miles from home enjoying a completely new sense of freedom.
Go To Sleep by Radiohead - Cruising around the streets of Brisbane in Cono's car wasting away the humid summer days.
Kashmir by Led Zeppelin - Sipping whiskey with new friends one early Californian morning.
March of the Pigs by Nine Inch Nails - Grinning wide in an abandoned farm house while practicing for a gig with the band.
Human Tornado by Unida - Driving north to San Francisco along highway 101.
Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead - Laying on my bed staring at the orange glow of a single light bulb wishing I could get to sleep.
Good or bad they are there and that's just fine with me.