Have you ever been so in love with auditory pleasure that you could group your memories to a song, an album or a band?

Last night I spent my time at Los Angeles’ beloved El Rey Theatre. The Sterephonics are paying America a visit, which is a rare and sacred occurance. As Kelly Jones’ melodic voice sailed throughout the venue, carried by it’s own weightlessness and the optimal acoustics of the band, I was reminded of so many times and dreams I had, sung to the tune of “I’m Not Looking” or “Roll Up And Shine.”

I sat wrapped in the arms of someone who I love yet don’t fully understand, entranced by these wonderful sounds ringing throughout my ears. And I asked myself how I got there. How I’ve given up so many dreams lately. Why in fresh hell haven’t I been doing my own bidding, but rather, the bidding others would like to see me do?

Now such feelings are branded unto the new Stereophonics album. What a fucking shame. I ask all of you: What songs go to what memories or experiences of yours?

Do tell.