It's been several years for me now. It's hard to think about the music that was so iconic during my teens and early twenties. The music I listened to over and over and over again. Every generation has it. Every person has it.
Maybe it was the Beatles.
Maybe it was the Doors.
I had one friend who claimed Elvis.
For me, it is not so much a group as a playlist.
I'm listening to Wonderwall.
The song before it was Iris.
And before that, Freshmen.
No Rain.
Mr. Brightside.
Jealousy.
Runaway Train.
Foolish Games.
Here With Me.
Don't Look Back in Anger.
There are others. Music that is imprinted on my brain.
Music that has somehow made itself a part of me.
Maybe it's cheesy.
But it's my cheesy.
Listen, and Remember.
Maybe it was the Beatles.
Maybe it was the Doors.
I had one friend who claimed Elvis.
For me, it is not so much a group as a playlist.
I'm listening to Wonderwall.
The song before it was Iris.
And before that, Freshmen.
No Rain.
Mr. Brightside.
Jealousy.
Runaway Train.
Foolish Games.
Here With Me.
Don't Look Back in Anger.
There are others. Music that is imprinted on my brain.
Music that has somehow made itself a part of me.
Maybe it's cheesy.
But it's my cheesy.
Listen, and Remember.
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