It’s a C&R Dance Party!

Forget the CD Exchange (if I don’t participate, it doesn’t exist) let’s have a music exchange right here at Cocky & Rude!  Each time we have a C&R Dance Party, I’ll name a theme for the day and you’ll post your responses in the form of a YouTube video in the comments.  And don’t forget to dance!

Today’s Theme Is: A Song That Evokes A Memory? 
Link us to a YouTube video in the comments and tell us your memory.
Feel free to answer more than once!

My second job was at a small neighborhood pet shop.  At any given moment there were probably only 2 to 3 employees working, so we were responsible for a whole host of duties (everything from customer service and running the register to cleaning animal cages).  My boss always made us listen to an oldies music radio station, because she felt that the songs were inoffensive and were preferred by our average customer base.  The volume was always pretty low, but when you were cleaning tanks in our fish room, you could always hear it pretty well.  Even though it’s been about 12 years since I worked there, certain oldies hits like this one always remind me of cleaning fish tanks.

Now it’s your turn!


22 thoughts on “It’s a C&R Dance Party!”

  1. Grease was the first album I ever bought. I remember walking to the drugstore with my allowance to buy it. My friends and I listened (and sang along) to it ALL the time.
    l wanted to be Olivia Newton John. When I hear the opening notes of this song, it takes me right back.
    Grease. It’s the word.

  2. My neighbour Marilyn and I spent most of the summer playing in her family’s camper, where we would put on crazy blue eyeshadow and lip sync to Abba. We always argued about who got to be the blond, she always won because she was naturally blond. Totally unfair.

  3. I’ve got a whole post about this on the Palace, but during my last trip to Toronto I spent the last evening there with a hot Latino guy, Enrique. We ended up at 2am, right off Yonge street, on the sidewalk, sharing my earbuds and listening to this song. Arms around each other, his head on my chest, just slowly swaying back and forth to the music. *SIGH*


    1. Okay, not sure why it didn’t take the link…I blame the computer’s here at work. Anyway, it’s “Moonlight Serende” by Glenn Miller. Go to Youtube and look it up for youself, if you need to.


  4. I’ve got a ton of memory invoking songs. A lot of them are associated with singular people and more so, most of surmount to an experience I’d rather forget or lead up to someone I don’t talk to anymore. I was considering what I was going to post last night and found myself lying in bed, sorta restless because of the memory jar I had opened in considering some of these. So, I’ll throw up a few throughout the day but will start with this one.

    Motorcycle – As The Rush Comes: This was the song that I heard playing when it finally clicked in my head that I was truly in love for the first time. None of that crazy teenage dream shit anymore, no more stupid ideal ways of looking at things, I had finally discovered what real love was and this person was truly the world to me. However, we had fallen out of touch, he had moved to Utah for a job and I, even after are numerous interactions, had not understood anything, because I was stupid. After he left, I began projecting those feelings on someone else and it was very messy to say the least without going on longer. As I said, I happened to be listening to this song when it all finally kicked into my head and I have a hard time hearing it now, along with a handful of other songs.

  5. Soo many songs! I can’t listen to Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of The Moon” without thinking of the summer of 1986. There are also songs that remind me of specific people, primarily exes, but I am going to go with this one:

    I listened to the entire “Blue Bell Knoll” cd while reading Anne Rice’s “Interview With A Vampire”. At the time, I had a tendency to listen to entire cd’s at once rather than mixing songs/artists. To this day, this song reminds me of the book and elicits specific memories of the story, that I would probably have a difficult time remembering without the music.

  6. My older sisters were huge fans of the Beatles. One of my earliest childhood memories involves sitting in one of their bedrooms, listening to and talking about music with them. This song, in particular, I remember quite vividly from that time — Paul’s opening scream and that crunchy guitar sound made quite the impression on this four-year-old. (Video is from a live take of the same song, so this isn’t exactly the version I heard way back when, but I chose this clip for its visual appeal.)

  7. Not only is this the saddest thing that has ever come from a video game (beautiful is also a relatable word,) but it also invokes a memory of my best friend in high school (and through most of college until he went crazy.) Right around when I had gotten to this part in the game (yep, video games people) his sister died in a car accident. I remember I was playing the game when I found out, maybe an hour after what first running into said song. Every time I hear it, I choke up, because it reminds me of him and that time in his life and just how much I miss him. Ugh, memories.

    And before anyone asks, yes, most of my music involved memories are sap tales, aside from the few that are amazing, but I’m sure we all have our own seperate special memories of nights in Boystown and the songs that played that moved you insanely.

    1. Sigh, I got an error, figured it didn’t post and yet here we go again, forget it, no more on this subject for me.

      Also, Adam fix it once more … pretty please :/.

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