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10, 1980s, childhood, Counting Crows, Dirty Dancing, innocence, Music, summer, writing
It must have been 80s Friday in Peet’s this morning. Roxy Music was on when I entered, so it felt like a great start to a much deserved weekend. It’s funny how the beginning notes of a song time-warp a soul back to a specific place, and like an out of body experience, you can look through a window at how you once were.
I moved to a new town in 5th grade and despite the other kids at school not being into music as much as I was, I remained true to my pink boom box with its turquoise strap, and my record player, and beloved KWSS radio station. I loved music; I knew the latest songs, and would even practice them in front of my mirror.
That Christmas, my Gram bought me four records from Tower Records. I am pretty sure my mom either picked them out for her, or went with her to purchase them. She must have asked the sales person, most likely pierced, tatooed, and mohawked, to suggest some Continue reading
