You know what is funny? The way a song makes you feel different. Or ..... something like that. I haven't spun up SSOASS for a while and today felt like a SSOASS day. I turned on Moonchild and started to do some work. I saw that concert sometime in 1988, but didn't know the album (I just knew Iron Maiden, Run To The Hills and The Number Of The Beast), and bought the album the next day after the concert (ok, it was on tape
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Today, I was only listening peripherally, kinda lost in a daze of numbers on a spread sheet, and the lyrics kicked in ".....I am he, the bornless one..." -- and in that moment, it was 1988. I was in my ripped out stone washed jeans, monster mullet, the white SSOASS t shirt on, Nike high tops with the tongue out.... Laying on my bed, black curtains, Iron Maiden and Rush tapestries on on the wall and ceiling. Wow, how weird is it that a song can transfer you back in time like that? I swear, sometimes, I'll put on Operation:Mindcrime, and it's Christmas 1988, and I'm wearing some ugly sweater my grandpa gave me while putting the Queensryche tape from my stocking into my tape deck.
I love traveling back in time. I might listen to Tattooed Millionaire tonight, just to see what 1990 feels like again