We have mental soundtracks from various trips we have taken, from the mixed tape of late 90s songs that was played for a full year in our Tico in South Korea, to the ubiquitous pop songs on Irish radio while driving for hours along scenic backroads, to a cassette of The Police that we serendipitously found in the glove compartment in our rental jeep in Bali.
But this past weekend was the first time a trip begat the memories from another trip.
I was on my way to a wedding in Niagara on the Lake, with the iPod plugged into the car and the songs on shuffle. When Bruce Springsteen’s “American Land” burst out through the speakers, all of a sudden, I was back in Dublin in 2012, at one of the most amazing events I have ever attended.
In that moment, I ceased to be racing along the QEW and was in “the pit” at RDS stadium, enthralled with the perfect melange of Bruce’s haunting lyrics and the frenetic fiddle. It was all I could do not to run up on the stage to step dance to the song.
If you missed our original post about the Springsteen concert, check it out here.