Music just takes me there.
To places I want to go…and places I absolutely do NOT want to visit.
After all that happened at summer camp, I still had the indignity of not being able to go back "home" since my parents had just completed a cross-country move. I was miserable and I missed home. I missed pine trees, rolling green hills and humidity. I missed the land of my birth, so I had to carry it with me in my mind and in my ears. R.E.M.'s "Fables of the Reconstruction" was released that summer and I finally got my hands on it after I left hell. Fables of the Reconstruction
I listened to it repeatedly in the faint hope it would take me back to Georgia. Even though I was (and still am) a big R.E.M. fan, this album was hard to listen to for a time after I wore out its therapeutic value. The memories it induced were too difficult. Recently, I've added it to my iPod playlists.
That's all…I just heard a song from it and it brought on some memories---good and bad,
I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made. --FDR
I remember redwood trees, bumper cars and wolverines
The ocean's Trident submarines
Lemons, limes and tangerines
I remember this… R.E.M. 1988Cruel SummerMy Journal