Time Travel

It's amazing how the simplest of sounds, the most estranged of songs, can jettison us back in time to a memory we'd nearly forgotten all about. That happened to me yesterday when I came across Deep Purple's album "Machine Head." Instantaneously, I was nine years-old again, sprawled out on my parents' living room floor in Russia with a record player and a pair of five-pound head phones.

That was the day I first realized my true love, and passion, for music. 

Of course, not all songs recall fond memories. I think a few ex-girlfriends out there can attest to that...