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Memories sure are something aren’t they? All it takes is a familiar scent, a familiar song, a familiar smile, or even the feel of changing weather to trigger a memory. Some of the memories are good one and some are memories that would best be forgotten.
I am extremely sensitive to memories in that way. However you can ask me about what I did last week, and I won’t be able to answer that question. Yet you can play a song that I listened to over a decade ago and those same exact feelings from that time will come flooding forth as if it were yesterday.
Often as I write a new song I play a song in the background that enhances the feelings I’m trying to evoke for that particular song. Listen to my song “holding on,” or “emotionless,” both were written while I was provoking my sleeping demons and memories with music.
My memories they fade
since the day you went away
I was left without a hope
that you’d ever walk this way again
The years they carry on
I’m breathing life into this song
while the memories of you escape my mind
I’m trying, I’m holding on, I’m holding on
Yesterday at the gym, I passed by the rehabilitation center. As I passed I saw a woman grimacing in pain as a therapist massage what must have been an injured foot. As I looked at her I felt my stomach turn, I froze, choked, and felt like I was about to vomit. This happened to me because all of a sudden, due to this visual, I was back in a medical room holding my mother’s hand as she screamed in pain. I was once again sitting there, watching as she screamed wishing for death while the doctor bent her broken foot and began to wrap it up in the cast. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure after this happened. Even writing this now is quite difficult for me.
Memories, they can really do a number on us. So tell us, what triggers your memories?
Growing Up Bronx