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In memory everything seems to happen to music.


Autumn morning sunshine can't be beaten for colour. Here is the sun coming up over the river, as seen from Franklin Square.

Yesterday I erred in judgement and taught Henry the Queen song We Are The Champions. Now I can't stop him from yelling it at me (well, his version goes "Me Are The Champions"). This brings back a number of horrifying memories of my older brother besting me in some kind of sporting endeavour, to then pummel me and sit atop my chest sing the above song.

Do you have a song that evokes similarly terrible memories? I'm not counting anything by The Osmands, as they just don't count.

Comments

G. B. Miller said…
Puff the Magic Dragon.

Still can't think about it without being haunted by the last depressing stanza.
Tash said…
Now try 'We will, we will rock you' & keep the stones away.
Photo of the champions 2.

Songs by Neil Diamond - not all, but most. No particular bad association just ... nooooooo. I'm sure there are some though, I'd remember if I heard them.
blackie said…
nice shot of the public toilets.

grade 6 'formal'. Samantha Fox's 'Touch Me' film clip came on the video. Every boy in the room stopped doing the Tassie two-step and crowded around the screen. It was then that I realised wit, charm, charisma and a giant fergie bow would never be a match for a pair of giant knockers.
KL said…
Nope, nothing. A very nice photo.
Unknown said…
Love the photo...

I do not have a song that occured to any particular tramatic event, but i do have many songs that remind me of tramatic events.
Baino said…
I rue the day I bought my then 8 yearold Chumbawumba "I Get Knocked Down" . . .days and days and days . . .the song was traumatic in itself.
Kris McCracken said…
G, memories of my brother playing that on the guitar are haunting me too now!
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, they both like that one. That and “Fat Bottomed Girls”.
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, I didn’t catch the hijinks that goes on there. I could have a career in blackmail…

Poor Sam Fox, nobody appreciated her mind.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, nothing by, I dunno, Dire Straits or something? I have a good “Romeo and Juliet” memory…
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizon, like “World in Motion”, the theme for Italia ’90?
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, bloody anarchists!
yamini said…
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!
KL said…
I wanted to say that I have no such songs :-). What's your Romeo and Juliet secret :-D? It would be really interesting to read if you publish it online.
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, even though it features a toilet block?
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it's not really a secret, it's just a vivid memory, even though I was "tired and emotional" at the time.

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