The Soundtrack of your Life
Che Grimsdale writes: Now that Simon Cowell's stolen Everybody Hurts, tell us about songs that mean something to you - good, bad, funny or tragic, appropriate or totally inappropriate songs that were playing at key times.
( , Thu 28 Jan 2010, 13:30)
Che Grimsdale writes: Now that Simon Cowell's stolen Everybody Hurts, tell us about songs that mean something to you - good, bad, funny or tragic, appropriate or totally inappropriate songs that were playing at key times.
( , Thu 28 Jan 2010, 13:30)
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Lucy
The Album: Songs In the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder, the song: Joy Inside My Tears.
The Occasion: A New Years Eve house Party waaaay back in 1996 (back in the pre-millennium days when it was cool to have a house party and not an credit crunched necessity), after spending all night talking to an amazing blonde girl called Lucy someone started playing this song in the morning. Everytime I hear it now it takes me back to that morning. I tend to focus on that feeling when I hear it and not the abysmal mistake of completely failing to make a move on her due to the fact that I'd vomited early in the evening due to teenage drinking excitement and was too polite/scared to go that near her with Vom-breath. Hence the talking all night. Was I brave enough to get her number as she very slowly left the house that morning? No. No I did not. Did I ever see her again? No. Did I learn my lesson, Of course.....sigh ...No. Sob.
( , Thu 28 Jan 2010, 16:08, Reply)
The Album: Songs In the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder, the song: Joy Inside My Tears.
The Occasion: A New Years Eve house Party waaaay back in 1996 (back in the pre-millennium days when it was cool to have a house party and not an credit crunched necessity), after spending all night talking to an amazing blonde girl called Lucy someone started playing this song in the morning. Everytime I hear it now it takes me back to that morning. I tend to focus on that feeling when I hear it and not the abysmal mistake of completely failing to make a move on her due to the fact that I'd vomited early in the evening due to teenage drinking excitement and was too polite/scared to go that near her with Vom-breath. Hence the talking all night. Was I brave enough to get her number as she very slowly left the house that morning? No. No I did not. Did I ever see her again? No. Did I learn my lesson, Of course.....sigh ...No. Sob.
( , Thu 28 Jan 2010, 16:08, Reply)
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