Thursday. I suggest to myself, of course, a certain amount of sake in the evening can't be all bad. Then, the evening progressing, the level in the bottle getting lower, I remember iTunes and the name of a song I haven't heard for a while. Some of them I have on vinyl, but how much easier to just do a download for 99¢ and listen to it right here and now on the computer. Except you somehow never download just one. Other titles occur, other melodies are remembered. Odd juxtapositions of time and style mix in your mind like miscible liquids: Bell Bottom Blues and Lady Be Good; Smoke Gets in Your Eyes and Some Enchanted Evening.
Everyone has their own personal mix of songs and styles. I hope everyone has their own mix, anyway: their own era, their own set of reminiscences brought on by the old music, whatever that music. Then again (and we're finally stumbling toward the point) listening to the old songs often leads to more sake than I was originally planning on consuming which then leads to more memories of more songs which leads me back again to iTunes which makes me think, ‘well, another (small) flask, couldn't hurt now, could it?’ This evening? Here in Oakland?