Nostalgia

Sometimes, especially when I am sleep deprived, I get earworms – songs looping over and over in my head, like my brain is playing an mp3. It can be a blessing or a curse.

The other night, it was a blessing.

You can never go back to your childhood, but a song can make you feel like you are transported there.

The other night, when I was having trouble sleeping, this song started to play in my head in its entirety. I know it that well; it’s one of those songs my dad gave to me when I was a kid.[1]

When I got to the guitar solo, I realized that this fuzzy old reggae ballad has some of the most gorgeous and pleasing jazz guitar I have ever heard. Fun, wistful, and a bit melancholic all at the same time – nostalgic.[2]

Apparently I’m not the only person who is obsessed with this old record. Check out this cover by the Molly Miller Trio.

  1. Physically gave. An mp3 on a flash drive. ↩︎

  2. It reminds me a bit of I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles, a jazz tune my dad loved to play on the guitar. ↩︎