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A musical trip down memory lane

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I have always had really strong memories of when I was a child. Every Sunday we would take a trip to our local air base and watch the planes come in and out followed by a drive over the nearby heath. This was always accompanied by the UK Top 40 on Radio 1, medium wave, we're going back to the 80's here. 

If I hear a song from that time I can recall with clear accuracy where I was, the light levels, the air, the time of year. It's almost like I am actually connecting with the little boy I once was or vividly reliving those moments. Sometimes it's so strong that I'm physically paralyzed briefly.

Music has always been incredibly important to me and it's been a part of my life at every moment.

Moving on into the 90's, the teenage ages, I can still recall those momments, events, sights whenever I hear songs from that time.

I was looking through the chart lists today for 1986. I felt, smelt, tasted all those places, events, memories, songs.

 Not sure if it has anything to do with ASD. Has anyone else ever experienced this?

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  • Music, sounds, smell and taste all can evoke strong memories.

    When linked to a pleasant experience, my experience is the memory takes over and I find myself drifting to a far away land that is the past. I can remember things back into the nineteen fifties.  At this time of year, my memories are of Christmas music and what that evoked.  Going home from church on a Sunday afternoon in the fading light and having records put on (they went round at 78rpm in those days!), the eerie bluish-green light of the radiogram and a pile of Christmas records, playing Uncle Mac's Christmas Carols and Bing Crosby singing White Christmas, Silent Night and O Come all ye faithful. Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer sung by Jimmy Boyd (look him up, his voice was, shall I say, quite unsual, but he was only young on the record!)

    In the late 1950s, my father changed the record player in the radiogram for a BSR deck that played LPs, and 45s.  Thought it was marvellous that a record of seven inches held so much (as much as a 78 or even more in the form of an EP).  One of the Christmas records then was of Harry Belafonte singing Mary's Boy Child, which was played constantly.  I think it is still at my mothers house somewhere.

    Aside from Christmas, I can recall the excitement in 1960 when I first heard 'Apache' by the Shadows.  Something that just hit that spot with me, and I became a great fan of the Shadows from then on, I 'hank marvined' in the privacy of my bedroom many a time! (that is, playing Air Guitar in the style of Hank Marvin and nothing which would make you blind!)

    At school in morning assembly there was always a record played of some classical piece and I can't hear 'Jupiter' from the Planets or 'Morning' or 'Solveig's Song' from Peer Gynt, or 'Fantasia on Greensleeves' without being transported back to those far-away times at primary school walking into the morning assembly and sitting on the floor.  And these started me on my love of much Classical music. 

    I could have my reminiscences go on for a very long time - singing lessons helping develop an interest in folk music through 'John  Barleycorn' and 'Oh No John No' and 'Raggle Taggle Gypsies' none of which would these days be really considered suitable for children of primary school age but it was a different time and place. 

    With these memories comes some sort of feeling that I am still living in that place and time.  It seems so vivid and clear that it could just be this morning. 

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  • Music, sounds, smell and taste all can evoke strong memories.

    When linked to a pleasant experience, my experience is the memory takes over and I find myself drifting to a far away land that is the past. I can remember things back into the nineteen fifties.  At this time of year, my memories are of Christmas music and what that evoked.  Going home from church on a Sunday afternoon in the fading light and having records put on (they went round at 78rpm in those days!), the eerie bluish-green light of the radiogram and a pile of Christmas records, playing Uncle Mac's Christmas Carols and Bing Crosby singing White Christmas, Silent Night and O Come all ye faithful. Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer sung by Jimmy Boyd (look him up, his voice was, shall I say, quite unsual, but he was only young on the record!)

    In the late 1950s, my father changed the record player in the radiogram for a BSR deck that played LPs, and 45s.  Thought it was marvellous that a record of seven inches held so much (as much as a 78 or even more in the form of an EP).  One of the Christmas records then was of Harry Belafonte singing Mary's Boy Child, which was played constantly.  I think it is still at my mothers house somewhere.

    Aside from Christmas, I can recall the excitement in 1960 when I first heard 'Apache' by the Shadows.  Something that just hit that spot with me, and I became a great fan of the Shadows from then on, I 'hank marvined' in the privacy of my bedroom many a time! (that is, playing Air Guitar in the style of Hank Marvin and nothing which would make you blind!)

    At school in morning assembly there was always a record played of some classical piece and I can't hear 'Jupiter' from the Planets or 'Morning' or 'Solveig's Song' from Peer Gynt, or 'Fantasia on Greensleeves' without being transported back to those far-away times at primary school walking into the morning assembly and sitting on the floor.  And these started me on my love of much Classical music. 

    I could have my reminiscences go on for a very long time - singing lessons helping develop an interest in folk music through 'John  Barleycorn' and 'Oh No John No' and 'Raggle Taggle Gypsies' none of which would these days be really considered suitable for children of primary school age but it was a different time and place. 

    With these memories comes some sort of feeling that I am still living in that place and time.  It seems so vivid and clear that it could just be this morning. 

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