that came out at Route 66 Roadhouse and The Blarney Stone.
During one of the breaks Friday night, Rene, Eric and I started kicking around some numbers as to how many gigs the three of us have done together. We figured out somewhere in the 400
range. It doesn’t surprise me that sometimes one of us will bring up, “Remember the night we?” and the rest of us have to be reminded of some night that is barely a vague memory. For
me, unfortunately, the bad ones are more vivid in my mind, a personality trait I have been trying to change my entire
The one thing that never fails to trigger something , is the music
itself. I saw a quote this week that really resonated with me. “All it takes is one song to bring back a thousand memories.” Certain songs will always remind me of people I have played with and even certain bands I have been in. I will never hear Chi Coltrane’s “Thunder and Lighting” without thinking of the Wisconsin version of L.A. Lyon. Every time I hear a Rush song, I immediately go back in time to my first band Vision.
For this band, there are too many to name. Some are a private joke between three people who have spent more than a decade doing music together. Name the song and we would all name the same gig. It might be a fun game to try the next time we are on a road trip!
Of course, songs and the memories they evoke are not just for musicians. It happens to everyone who just loves music. The songs that remind of us of the people we love are the most special. When Rickey Martin’s song, “Livin La Vida Loca” came out, we played it numerous times like every other cover band in the world. Yet, whenever I hear it, it is not a gig I remember. It is my father picking me up at the airport at the beginning of a visit to Wisconsin. Driving me home in his Ford Escort station wagon, the song came on the radio. He started singing along and I was more than a little surprised to find he knew every word.
After a rather passionate performance, I said, “I guess you like that song, huh Dad?”
He turned and looked at me, a little embarrassed. “Oh, was I singing too loud?”
It came on my car radio the other morning on my way to work and it wasn’t Rickey Martin’s voice I heard singing out, “She’ll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain!”
I went into my office with a little bit of a tear in my eye, but a big smile just the same.