It's very simple. Think back to a moment in your life at which a song and an image (a snapshot of your experience at a shutter speed of 1/250, if you will) somehow came to be indelibly fused.
Describe the "front" of the postcard (i.e. the image) and then state the song that you were listening to at the time with a brief explanatory note - the "back" of the postcard.
― mathurgood, Tuesday, 31 August 2010 22:06 (nine years ago) link
― ilxor has truly been got at and become an ILXor (ilxor), Tuesday, 31 August 2010 22:15 (nine years ago) link
Awright. Here we go, then:
FRONT OF POSTCARD: A very dull section of the A2 heading towards Bexleyheath as seen through the rain-streaked window of a moribund Renault 18 at 07:45 AM.
BACK OF POSTCARD: The song is "State Trooper" from Springsteen's "Nebraska" (on D90 cassette, for what it's worth). It's an inclement November morning in 1998 and I am driving to work - my first teaching job. I am almost certainly over the legal limit having consumed a truly stupid and irresponsible amount of Kronenbourg (alone, in my local) the night before. I am followed/overtaken by police cars at five minute intervals throughout this wretched journey - sweating, shaking and pleading: "Mr State Trooper, please don't you stop me...". I was lucky, on that occasion.
― mathurgood, Tuesday, 31 August 2010 22:26 (nine years ago) link
― scott seward, Tuesday, 31 August 2010 22:29 (nine years ago) link
FRONT OF POSTCARD: friend's entertainment center looming in a nearly pitch black room, the green letters of the DVD player clock throbbing & oozing like little green worms in the darkness
BACK OF POSTCARD: dust and chimes by six organs of admittance, which seemed to have been playing for all eternity, since the dawn of not-time, in the shadow of a fading awareness that i had once believed in the lie of time, believed that moments could somehow become into other moments, because that seemed to have been true somehow: some vestige of myself was desperately trying to pretend that this single frozen, unmoving instant had not in fact been the whole of human experience forever and ever and ever. and that was when i knew i had to run.
― a dystopian society awaits if we continue on this path. (contenderizer), Tuesday, 31 August 2010 22:39 (nine years ago) link
Here's hoping you ran far, Dystopian Society. A fine example of the kinda response I was hoping for, by the way. Cheers, pal.
― mathurgood, Tuesday, 31 August 2010 22:55 (nine years ago) link
still get a little spooked listening to that record
― a dystopian society awaits if we continue on this path. (contenderizer), Tuesday, 31 August 2010 22:59 (nine years ago) link
were you on drugs at the time?
― sarahel, Tuesday, 31 August 2010 23:01 (nine years ago) link
Front: Picture-prefect, snow-capped Swiss mountain range, a bus (which I'm on) is speeding along a twisting road quite at a fairly high altitude.
Back: It's 1984. Take A Chance With Me by Roxy Music is playing on the stereo. I look out at the mountains and get all giddy and emotional.
― Daniel Giraffe, Wednesday, 1 September 2010 10:20 (nine years ago) link
sarahel: well yeah
― a dystopian society awaits if we continue on this path. (contenderizer), Wednesday, 1 September 2010 18:04 (nine years ago) link
this is insane
― oohhh weennnddddyyy weennnddyy what went wrrrooonnnnggg (kelpolaris), Wednesday, 1 September 2010 20:17 (nine years ago) link
Front of postcard: your momBack of postcard: Fatty Spins "Doin' Your Mom"
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