And when the memories of songs turn bad...

I suppose when I've written about memories of songs, I always tend on the side of the positive. I think about how one song reminded me of my first kiss or my first college romance or a tortured romance in my mid-30's; however, I usually always still want to hear these songs and cascade through the memories.

But tonight, I realized, sometimes, certain memories can ruin songs for you. It can be complex. Perhaps the song belonged to a certain memory, but somehow it became displaced by other narratives or plots or soap opera-like stories. And this is one of them (see below). Completely unfortunate, as I completely love this song and when I frequent the Cowboy Kewl, I have to hear it at least five times in one night. But despite the fact it'll remind me of those awkward June days of 2012, it'll also remind me of crust punks, the fourth of July, and "them or him." Where it was once the potential for thinking about the promise of getting married in a fever, songs can also adapt to remind us of unfortunate situations in our lives, those that can't be reversed from the song.

And then maybe it transforms to this...a song to forget about her before you make it halfway to Jackson.

#whenmusicismemorygoeswrong