Melancholia, thy name is Impnjmom.

Sigh.

It started innocently enough. A Facebook friend gave me a band and I had to name a song I love, one I like and one I don't like. I was done in 12 seconds and then other people hopped on the bandwagon and I was distributing late '70s and early '80s bands like nobody's business. Of course, I wanted to see what people were responding with and I saw the titles of songs I hadn't listened to for ages! A quick trip over to YouTube and then Pandora radio (how I love thee) and I was swept back to a time of itchy cheerleading sweaters and large hair. Right now, it's a Journey down Memory Lane with "Faithfully". WAH! Oh, First Love, your name still torments me 30 years later! Then a cousin chimed in with the Kiss classic, "I Was Made For Loving You"; how our parents were not mortified to hear us singing that at the top of lungs in my aunt's front yard, I will never know. There was probably too much Salem and Benson Hedges smoke in the living room for them to see us anyhow, so I guess it's all okay. An acoustic version of "Hotel California" made me dash off a thank you email to my 8th grade English teacher, thanking him for teaching me about poetry. Yes, we're still in touch; don't judge. My sister (probably the only reader of this blog ever...hi, You!) was stuck with Fleetwood Mac and I listened to the original of Landslide. How did Stevie Nicks know THEN what my life would feel like NOW? Amazing. Now America is on with "Sister Golden Hair". Summers at Dad's.

Music is always the trigger for me. Always. I might actually be able to cry later tonight!