Ah memories. I remember driving down Sunset boulevard while dad drove his Lincoln Continental and blasting Donna Summers' Bad Girl on the 8-track player. It seems as if today has been a walk down memory lane in my office. It started off with Mr. Nosy showing me photos of him back in high school and talking about all his wild times. Then we moved onto music. It ended up with the two of us singing old AC/DC songs as loud as we could while doctors walked by in disbelief. To him it was a song to sing... to me it was a part of my life.

When I was thirteen I moved into a friend's house after my dad died. Her parents were strict Catholics. Her, notosmuch. We'd come home from Junior high and her mom would be sitting on the couch. The Bible was open and she was ready to preach. Afterwards we'd go for a walk and then go into her bedroom where we'd blast AC/DC's Back in Black album on her record player. I swear I knew the words to every song. We wore that LP out. That was the one album I got throughout the years. LP, casette, CD and MP3s. They never get old. Maybe because it helped me through a tough time. It's hard to think about death and dying when you have Hell's Bells being played loud enough to make the bed vibrate.

I remember the first time I heard Oingo Boingo. I had just 'escaped' my old boyfriend's house. Three month's of abuse ended by a baseball bat. I went to a friend's house and he let me sleep in his and his brother's room. Only a Lad was playing when I entered the room. We talked about life, why his brother's girlfriend felt the urge to rip his back to shreds during sex and New Wave. I left with a new favorite band and a friend who vowed to make sure I was safe.

Music has always been a part of my life. But it's more than just songs. They are wrapped around memories, like the music that reminds you of a certain scene in a movie. Just like a certain beat will make you smile and think of Jaws the start of a song will make me smile and think of where I've come from... and where it brought me. While I may not be up and all the new bands or even the top song in the weekly count down... I can tell you that AC/DC saved my life and Oingo Boingo helped me to start a new one.

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