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Jan 14, 2007



That's a damned brilliant post. I'm in complete agreement with you about What's The Story..

I think I'd have been about 11 when that was released; so it reminds me of 5-a-side tournaments on Sundays, trips in the car to school and generally playing more football than ever before.

Paul Simon's 'Graceland' reminds me very vividly of taking a trip when I was about 3 or 4 up the Malvern Hills. To this day it remains my favourite album.

I was late getting into the Stone Roses, but a compilation of their songs reminds me of the summer before beginning University. Similarily, The Smiths 'The Queen Is Dead' reminds me of the summer during my first year at University. Some good times there.

Interestingly, Massive Attack's 'Karmacoma' reminds me of a grey, overcast day in Leeds - because that's where I saw them at last year's Wireless Festival.

Check out my music chronology posting for more on this:


As I said before - great post Ben.


Yes, I get it too but only with certain things, not always predictable. Doves - Lost Souls is driving up a B road in South West Scotland, The Bees - Free The Bees is going towards the Fife coast, Primal Scream - Screamadelica is my old bedroom in Belhaven Terrace. It's funny how it's only some records while other, more significant ones don't conjure up anything. Thanks for summing this up.


Yes, I get it too but only with certain things, not always predictable. Doves - Lost Souls is driving up a B road in South West Scotland, The Bees - Free The Bees is going towards the Fife coast, Primal Scream - Screamadelica is my old bedroom in Belhaven Terrace. It's funny how it's only some records while other, more significant ones don't conjure up anything. Thanks for summing this up. I also wondered if it was just me. It will be interesting to see the results.

Jeff Gill

Early- to mid-ninties British indie looks like the scenic parts of South Wales from the driver's seat of my dad's seven series Volvo estate.

I was an American just engaged to a South Walian. As we drove to all the romantic spots in South Wales she introduced me to British indie via here Polygram TV double cassette compilation called True Brit -- Cast, Dodgy, Sleeper, James, etc. I still think 'Sit Down' is one of the finest pop songs of all time.

Jeff Gill

I meant to type: via her sister's Polygram...


amazing how songs bring back big memories and emotions... Coldplay's Yellow always reminds me of a girlfriend who unfortunately suffered Hepatitis. And she did turn that colour.

Bureau L'Imprimante

Yes it rings bells to me too. And, I do believe it has to do with two things you said: a trip in an unknown place with a walkman helps a lot, and the second one is the "I was there" effect.

The first one:what I see when I listen to the Specials' album is my grandparents (very) small town under the snow where I was staying for the winter holidays. No friends here for the teenager from Paris, just a few tapes.

The second one: MC Merlin will also stay connected to a trip I made in England to improve my english language (whadayamean' by It didn't work?).
I had a home-made mixtape with a single I used to really appreciate (man, what a voice) and in a pub that was our headquarters, I saw written on the chalkboard that he was performing live here… las week. I've had been so close from the real hip-hop thang (from a french point a view). So now MC Merlin always reminds me of that place - even if you don't hear much of his tunes these days.


Lovely stuff NDG.

'Drive' by REM will always remind me of the journey back from a party in my final year of 6th form. The journey home took us along winding country roads that passed through a huge wood. The car was a Beetle - the distinct sound of which I can still hear. The sun was coming up on a beautiful Autumn morning, we'd been up all night, we were knackered, we were young, and no one will ever know how weird and wonderful we felt.

I can see the picture in my mind now (quite like this game).

dan at innocent

I totally get it. The Stone Roses' first album is a graveyard in Kent where we used to smoke fags and try to do skateboard tricks. 5th Dimension by The Byrds is driving to Spain with my Dad and smelling pine trees through the open windows. Urban Hymns is the flaky plaster on the ceiling of a house in Indonesia. And Blissed Out by Beloved is a massive posh back garden with accompanying crab apple fight at 6 in the morning after a heavy night of cheap wine and prank calls.

Anne is right - it doesn't work for everything. These aren't necessarily the most important albums in my life, but they somehow got stuck in the sight-meets-sound bit of my brain.


Ben, the correct answer to your question was,of course, The Beatles. Oasis don't come within light years of them (and I'm a Manc). If you'd been around in 1967 you'd have definitely remembered the Sgt Pepper album as large parks within big green open spaces, lush trees and bright sunshine. I don't even know whether it was a great summer weather wise, but it seemed that way.


When I look back at the records I've loved, there are a few like this, where I can almost see them and feel them.

Pulp's "This is Hardcore" and REM's "Fables of the Reconstruction" are being a seventeen-year-old, sitting at three in the morning, feeling desperately alone, on a coach going somewhere you don't want to go with people you don't want to be with; everything blurred and opaque.

Radiohead's "The Bends" is the view from the window of my old bedroom (http://www.flickr.com/photos/covert/336604005/), the furniture I'd outgrown and the pile of NMEs and guitar tab-books in the corner.

Mogwai's "Come On Die Young" is lying on my bed staring at the wall during the end of my first and start of my second years at university, trying as hard as I could to pretend that everything was OK. (It wasn't, then, but I lived through it.)

Radiohead's "Everything In Its Right Place" - and hence Kid A - is Lissajous plots from an oscilloscope, projected onto the sides of an enormous, ridiculous, beautiful tent in the middle of Glasgow Green.

Ulrich Schnauss' jaw-dropping record, "A Strangely Isolated Place", is walking out of a gig at the Portland Arms in Cambridge into one of the crispest, clearest nights I've ever felt, feeling like anything was possible, feeling like everything had changed; it's still my favourite record.

I really, really love music.


Yeah, I think every memorable tune has a visual (and not just the album cover)...for me, Oasis (Morning Glory) struck the visual of looking out my bedroom window of my parents' house. Bright skies, fond memories. And that's always a good thing.


Graham - this was a much longer post that I edited down. The bits that didn't make the cut weren't about design / visual stuff.

The Beatles are, of course, the best band ever. But they're not my favourite because they don't have the "I was there-ness" of Oasis. For me anyway. They don't feel like "my" band.

'Love' is brilliant by the way. Have you heard it?

Rob Mortimer

Simply Red's Stars will remind me of being stuck in the back of a car on a motorway with no chance of changing the tape.

Idlewild's first album reminds me of our local library as I borrowed it about three times because I loved it so much.


I know what you mean about the 'I was there' bit. And I have listened to the Love album but I'm too much of a purist to get into it. The only improvement to the old catalogue has been 'Let it be - naked' which has a real genuine sound. The rest of the regurgitations have all the hallmarks of moneymaking exercises.


Probably their accountant told them to release it.


Funny, music affects me that way as well. Whenever I hear The Wombles I'm immediately transported back to Wimbledon Common.


For the 'visual' ones out there, here's Wimbledon Common http://www.windmilers.info/galleries/0411_common.jpg . Can anyone spot the Womble?


I can't make even my most powerful music memories that sharp and clear visually.

I can get a vague feeling of place, light and colour but my memory of my internal state (how I was feeling, what my mindstate was) overpowers and distorts the vision.



Hey Helen, it's a man thing (look at the comments - well, apart from Anne that is) - don't worry about it.

Joe Moran

First song I remember is "I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash.

My brother and I were in the back yard playing with our dog. It was a sun-shiny day, too!

Great songs live on.



For me it's mostly music and girls. Led Zep always takes me to a bedroom in Birmingham where I spent hours snogging Jenny Schubert. More recently, Teenage Fanclub's Grand Prix takes me on a drive from a Leicestershire village to Birmingham after dropping off my now wife. An exception to the girl thing being Elastica's debut album which always reminds me that I'm too old to be in the mosh pit, after "nearly dieing" in one during the tour.


Uhhh, not to rain on your parade or anything, but that picture for LA, well... it isn't LA.

It's actually Melbourne, Australia. Specifically, LaTrobe Street, looking down the hill towards Swanston St and, further on, Elizabeth St.



So it is!

Well spotted Jez.

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