![]() ![]() “Walkin’ After Midnight” had accidentally ended up on repeat, but we were so deep in conversation the continuous looping didn’t bother us. Our feet dangled between the iron bars, as Patsy Cline’s bluesy voice crooned from my laptop. One night in college, I sat drinking beers with my new boyfriend on the fire escape of my apartment. ![]() I formed a friendship with myself (and five shaggy-haired rockstars), driving under dusty midwest skies, getting a musical pep talk. After getting my driver’s license, I discovered the joy of empty streets and a maxed-out car stereo. I took refuge from my high school anxieties ( Would I always look like I was 12? Would I really use the Pythagorean theorem later in life? Who even was I?) in the sultry, retro-rock anthems of The Strokes. ![]() “I’m so tired of being alone, I’m so tired of on-my-own,” I sang. The afternoon I found out, I curled up on my bedroom windowsill and cued up Al Green’s buttery voice on my iPod. Like the song says, she’ll always be my biggest pal.įast forward to freshman year of high school, when my crush from second-period biology class asked out my best friend. ![]() Otherwise silent, Grace would light up, laughing and cheering along to the catchy hook and crazy penny whistle solo. “You Can Call Me Al” was our favorite track. Growing up, we spent weekend mornings jumping on the sofa to Paul Simon’s Graceland. I have always been close with my younger sister Grace, who has autism. Madonna was such a significant part of my life that for Show and Tell in first grade, when classmates brought in soccer trophies and photos of golden retrievers, I brought my boombox to lip sync to “Like a Virgin.” I knew I had misjudged my song choice when I saw the expression on my teacher’s face, but it took a couple years to realize exactly why. As soon as my parents’ car left the driveway, she would blast Madonna, and we would dance until we keeled over. When I was six, I lived for the nights my aunt Rosie would babysit. Do you have songs that transport you back in time - where the opening notes give you flashbacks of first kisses, a new job or heartbreak? Here are a few of the songs that have come to represent my life’s milestones (and I’d love to know yours)… ![]()
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