The time machine
I have the habit of not changing the station, or the tape, or the CD, or the playlist that I listen to and I end up listening to the same album for months on end. Whether it be auto search, or song skip or whatever, I burn a song in my head until I get sick of it. As of late, I find that if I come across any of these songs, I’ll “feel” the time it was burned in my chemistry. It’s not always good. But it’s always interesting.
1982-83 Tuning the radio away from my parents’ stations
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1984 Summer-school biology, with the Oz
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1986 Wasting time in high school
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1987 Walking the cold sidewalks to chemistry class
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1988 Driving the old Monarch, the last year it worked
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1992 So, so lost in my first apartment in Lubbock
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1995 In the fishbowl at The Victoria Advocate
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1996 Commuting after midnight at The Fort Worth Star-Telegram
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1997 Saturday mornings in the second-smallest apartment in Arlington
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1999 Between here and Houston, then on the way back
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1999-2000 Working at Donruss
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2003 Riding the TRE, talking to my girlfriend (my wife) on the phone
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2013 At the time I’m writing this post
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