The Mavericks song, "Dance The Night Away" reminds me of when the Mavericks played the Austin City Music Festival in 2003.....and until they took the stage it was kind of a sleepy couple of sets.

Then when they played this song.......everyone started getting up and moving around and dancing.
They woke everyone up from their heat-coma!

I'm in grad school, half a continent away from the love of my life.  He calls, says he made me a mixed tape, I should look for it in the mail.  There is this one song on it, he won't tell me what it is, only that it reminds him of me and I'll know it when I hear it.  A few days later I get a package in the mail.  Eagerly tear off the wrapping and pop the tape in on my way to class.  There is some sappy stuff on there - we are young and in love - but I'm only blocks from school and not sure if I've heard the one yet.  And then it starts.  Tears roll down my face.  I keep driving and never look back.  After maintaining an academic scholarship through four years of undergraduate studies I flunk out of grad school in a single semester.  And the song always takes me back to that moment, driving my car, young and in love.

She's a Natural by Shenandoah

 meower wrote: 
one of my favorites.

This Jackson Browne song Jamaica Say You will, and the entire Saturate Before Using album.....

I was sick in college and some friends took me in and I slept on their couch for about 24 hours, with this CD playing on repeat.  It was a gorgeous, life changing album for me at the time.

I posted this in the Count Five Psychotic Reaction song comments then remembered this thread I started just for it. Every time I hear Psychotic Reaction I get a laugh out of this episode...

 lemmoth wrote: 
So I'm walkin' down Telegraph with that book in my hand, just snatched it up from Rasputin's, and a guy sees it and says "Oh, wow, man" and I say to myself, "uh-oh" but you know how when you buy a book or record sometimes you're just so full of cool you want someone to acknowledge it, so I made eye contact and he jumps at me, saying "that book looks really interesting!" I say I'm sure it is, can't wait to read it and he says "can I look at it? I've never seen that book before" so I show him and he starts to mutter something about it not being an author with any credibility... dust jacket reviews from Rolling Stone, not JAMA or whatever and then he sees the rest of the title finally and it doesn't make any sense and says "what is this book, really?" so I say it's music reviews by Lester Bangs and he starts to breathe really fast and starts talking really fast and I think he's going to take my book and do something untoward to it so I snatch it back and he really starts going off and the last thing I remember is "people shouldn't write books about music that make fun of other people!"

 
So I'm not sure what that was all about but hey, it's Thursday and you wanted a story. 

A coupla friends and I went backpacking down toward the southeast arm of Yellowstone Lake. The last song we heard on the radio was that summer's Joe Jackson single Is She Really Going Out with Him?. So as we're walking along checking out the scenery if anyone saw something cool they'd shout "Look over there!"
"Where?"
"There!"

So of course now when I hear Joe Jackson I'm hiking thru the woods over the lake.

Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
From my window Im staring while my coffee grows cold
Look over there! (where? )
Theres a lady that I used to know
Shes married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
cause if my eyes dont deceive me,
Theres something going wrong around here

Tonights the night when I go to all the parties down my street.
I wash my hair and I kid myself I look real smooth
Look over there! (where? )
Here comes jeanie with her new boyfriend
They say that looks dont count for much
If so, there goes your proof

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
cause if my eyes dont deceive me,
Theres something going wrong around here

 meower wrote:  bump

2nd grade Lisa Vendola brought Paul McCartney and Wings in and wanted to play "with a little luck"  and of course he sings 'we can work this whole damn thing work out'...... teacher was really upset.  Lisa looked at me and I looked at her and said no really it's a great song......

Night Moves.  Bob Seger 

i know it's a bit cheesy, but I had a "back seat of my sixties chevy" guy way back when........ So the song brings me back to um, that time.

I was walking Willis through town to Forsythe Park and stopped at the street corner as a car with the windows down had this old booty shankin' song cranked up. I waited but he motioned me to cross. I couldn't help but give a little wiggle to the beat on my way past.



...music makes your body move.. Well ALRIGHT!

Big Star "September Gurls"

I am seventeen, naive and inarticulate in these matters, hopelessly in love with a girl I am fascinated with, grateful for a crumb and promise of a moment with her. All the dumb stupid heartbreak and regret that accompanied that and its aftermath. I can remember all that now with a wistful beauty, perfectly captured in a dumb stupid pop song by Alex Chilton, who no doubt had a very similar experience. A kind of perfection. I hear the opening chords, and my heart just opens up even before Alex starts singing.

Black is Black - Los Bravos

I always carried a transistor radio when I was a kid. Sometimes I slept with it playing under my pillow. I loved how it would pull in the far away am stations at night.
I was about 10 or 11, walking home from school with my radio. Black is Black came on and one of the older kids ran up to me, yelling how he loved that song and started dancing around.

 maryte wrote: 
Me neither. Music was my drug. Still is.

 ScopArch wrote: 

Nada - just a weird little kid (things haven't changed much).

 ScopArch wrote: 
For that one, I'm seven years old on a hot summer day in Boston, staring at a cloudless sky, wondering if I'm just the product of someone else's dream.

"Magic Carpet Ride"
to this song still transports me back to 1969, the corner of Western Avenue and Stuyvesant Street in Chevy Chase, D.C. at 4:30 AM with my little 9V transistor Radio, waiting for the truck to deliver my batch of the Sunday Morning edition of the Evening Star Newpaper
Rain or shine, winter or summer
Yup!

I'm sitting in a gasthaus located in an old, old part of Butzbach, Germany. We're (my partners in crime) drinking Licher Bier out of a glass boot, early in the evening of a cobblestone street tour that would be like many others in '77-'78. Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street
on the juke...

"It's Better to Travel": Swing Out Sister
Puts me in the gardens of Versailles, 1988
The only cassette I had in my Walkman that summer afternoon
and it's a large garden

Moody Blues Days of Future Past
It was a glorious Tuesday after a long stretch of midwest winter, and my friend and I cut classes and met up with some guys downtown (Kent) and spent the day with them, hanging out, getting high, going back to their trailer and watching Star Trek on tv. It was timeless, like we were on our own planet with no time. 40 years ago, and I can still remember the feeling.

AC/DC's Thunderstruck

I've just driven over 600 miles from San Antonio to Wichita, Kansas to see a minor league hockey game (San Antonio Iguanas v. Wichita Thunder).  The lights go down.  This riff starts, the spotlight comes up and the players explode onto the ice.  This song got over 6000 fans on their feet.  And, even though it was for the opposing team, I was among that number.