The most influential sense may be hearing, for better or worse. A baby's cry, a wedded couple's first dance, that Vitamin C "Graduation" song that just won't go away. A couple weeks ago my brother departed for college spring break in Panama City Beach, following in his sister's stumbly footsteps. I can't help but think of the memories and smile, particularly when they're defined by my generation's greatest hit songs such as Fergie's "Glamorous" and Unk's "Walk it Out." Key word: hit.
According to him, if he learned anything it's that he hates Kesha but only slightly more than that "Shots, Shots, Shots" song. Sorry, Ke$ha. But I'm not There$@ so forget that skank. I refuse to give anyone that provided us with the lyrics, "kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger" any sort of respect.
MICK JAGGER?! Are you SERIOUS?!
Sadly enough, it's these otherwise forgettable songs that define some of our great life moments. Think of the song you laugh at with your friends when she threw herself at some random guy at the bar; then the Rascal Flatts song she wouldn't stop crying to when they broke up months later. Why have a romantic song when you can rock out to Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" at a karaoke bar on vacation? I remember sorority girls defining their life with Madonna's "Like a Prayer" at college parties. "Oh my gawd, it's like our SONG!" Ladies, it's everyone's song but to each their own. I prefer to define my college experience with defined fist pumps and "Don't Stop Believin'." Just a city booooooooy!
The NCAA gets it on the money "One Shining Moment" during March Madness. (Although, with respect to Ms. Hudson, I want Luther Vandross back.) Last night's Northern Iowa win over Kansas (Go Missouri Valley conference!) was one of those moments you belt out, "YOU KNEW YOU WERE ALLIIIIIIVE!"
The most magical part of it all is that the first time you hear a song you don't know it will become a memory, it just takes place.
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