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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A Vagabond has just reminded me...
As per the Chiquitita post, ABBA brings back some memories :s
My parents went nuclear when I was 10, on a family camping trip to France, all of us stuck in a caravan with walls made of paper. The only cassettes I had for my walkman were the Best of ABBA Gold (1 and 2, no less). With that I attempted to drown out the sound of them screaming, accusations of all kinds of improper behaviour (well, mums accusations anyway - grew up quite quickly in those 2 weeks), and basically, the end of my family as I knew it.
For a long time, anything by ABBA turned me into a bawling wreck, which surprised me a great deal (having avoided it like the plague for many years) when I moved into what we fondly termed "The Big Gay House", and the Swedish warblers were regular fare. Happily, new memories were made, and now whenever I hear the opening bars of "Dancing Queen", I only remember some very special friends and some great times.
( , Mon 1 Feb 2010, 22:06, Reply)
As per the Chiquitita post, ABBA brings back some memories :s
My parents went nuclear when I was 10, on a family camping trip to France, all of us stuck in a caravan with walls made of paper. The only cassettes I had for my walkman were the Best of ABBA Gold (1 and 2, no less). With that I attempted to drown out the sound of them screaming, accusations of all kinds of improper behaviour (well, mums accusations anyway - grew up quite quickly in those 2 weeks), and basically, the end of my family as I knew it.
For a long time, anything by ABBA turned me into a bawling wreck, which surprised me a great deal (having avoided it like the plague for many years) when I moved into what we fondly termed "The Big Gay House", and the Swedish warblers were regular fare. Happily, new memories were made, and now whenever I hear the opening bars of "Dancing Queen", I only remember some very special friends and some great times.
( , Mon 1 Feb 2010, 22:06, Reply)
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