02-09-2026, 01:02 PM
Honey, Bobby Goldsboro. An awful, overly sentimental song much loved by my taken too early mom. It used to make her cry and now it does it to me.
Morningtown Ride. The Seekers. Similar to above except it reminds me of my late and closest brother, I remember him singing this aged about 6 and always ponder on how we never know what's in store for anyone of us or what might have been?
The Last Post played at The Hawthorns. Always gets me blinking. Likewise The Lord is My Shepherd at the new year game when they show the departed Baggies on the screens.
Idiot Wind. Bob Dylan. I woke up after heavy break up and playing this to death in a bare flat, doors hanging off, dereliction all around and an empty Bells bottle by me. I still remember thinking it can't surely get worse? It didn't, everything slowly got much better but every time I hear Bob sing "you'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above..." it gets me.
No Woman No Cry, Live version. That wonderful slow intro reminds me of the first time I left my hometown behind and escaped to work at the coast, leaving much trouble and strife behind. My new neighbour played this constantly that hot summer and it reminds me of the freedom of walking the beach without a care. True joy.
Soppy sod me, and grateful for the anonymity of a message board.
Morningtown Ride. The Seekers. Similar to above except it reminds me of my late and closest brother, I remember him singing this aged about 6 and always ponder on how we never know what's in store for anyone of us or what might have been?
The Last Post played at The Hawthorns. Always gets me blinking. Likewise The Lord is My Shepherd at the new year game when they show the departed Baggies on the screens.
Idiot Wind. Bob Dylan. I woke up after heavy break up and playing this to death in a bare flat, doors hanging off, dereliction all around and an empty Bells bottle by me. I still remember thinking it can't surely get worse? It didn't, everything slowly got much better but every time I hear Bob sing "you'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above..." it gets me.
No Woman No Cry, Live version. That wonderful slow intro reminds me of the first time I left my hometown behind and escaped to work at the coast, leaving much trouble and strife behind. My new neighbour played this constantly that hot summer and it reminds me of the freedom of walking the beach without a care. True joy.
Soppy sod me, and grateful for the anonymity of a message board.