Life's Soundtrack

photo-20080314-04I tend to associate particular songs or soundtracks to special moments in my life.  Most of the associations are purely volumetric – I mean, if you listen to something at least twice a day, then it’s bound to stick.  So when I think of the Chicago soundtrack, I think of the long bus trips between university and home.  When I think of “Mushaboom” by Feist, I’m brought back to my first time in New Zealand – the lyrics “How many acres, how much light/Tucked in the woods and out of sight/Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap on a/Little dot barely on the map” are particularly apt.  And I remember I was on a train from Milan to Geneva and listening to Sunday in the Park with George, and only then realizing exactly how genius Stephen Sondheim is. […]