Grab a deckchair, have an early summer!

Last night on my travels I had Elvis "the King" Costello accompanying my lonely self on the journey home. Not the real Elvis Costello, though that would have been a bit of a laugh. Actually, for the sake of the creative opportunities that the internet presents, let's say it WAS the real Elvis Costello, and I was just giving him a lift to the Great Lakes, where he has a cozy little chateau. He just happened to have his guitar on him (the mountain air is great for writer's block, so I'm told), and he played me a few tunes. One song in particular perked my ears up and caused a bit of a sing-a-long. It's very eighties and just a little daggy, but there's something about that song that gets me every time. After a brief discussion with Mr. Costello I realised it's because it reminds me so much of last summer. And it seems I really enjoyed last summer.

It never ceases to amaze me how much sound/music relates so closely to memory. To this day listening to They Might Be Giants' Mink Car conjures images of Bilbo Baggins roaming around Middle Earth, simply due to my choice of soundtrack while reading the Hobbit. So it suprised me how fondly I looked back on last summer as Elvis strummed away with his...synth keyboards, because I'm not one who puts that much affection into summers. But this particular one was pretty darn special. I was just wrapping up my Cert. IV course and probably had a better understanding of myself than I have ever had, I had so many close friends at that time that currently I miss dearly, and a burgeoning relationship with my current boyfriend. So when I hear Elvis' "Everyday I Write The Book" it brings back feelings of driving through my home town in an insufferably hot car, laying in my bed as the morning sun illuminates my room, and all the feelings of contentment and happiness I felt at the time.

And to think, if I hadn't picked up that bespeccled hitchhiker with his guitar/synth keyboard last night, I probably wouldn't have even realised any of this.