Flashbacks. They have to be one of the greatest gifts we have been blessed with as uprights. You never know when they're going to hit, and always come as a complete surprise. They're incredible, especially when they take you back to a time in your past that was magical. They stem from a long forgotten sight, a smell, or in my recent case from a song that came over the radio while down under in Oz.
While tooling around Melbourne in a right hand drive straight-six Falcon, I tuned into a radio station that played tunes from the 70's that I enjoyed as a youngster. Songs like Meat Loaf's "You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth," Bob Welch's "Ebony Eyes," and ELO's "Evil Woman." It wasn't until I was entering a double lane roundabout that Fleetwood Mac's "I Don't Wanna Know" came over the airwaves and a flashback hit me. Hit me big time, and immediately flung me back to 1979 in an instant.
I remember the moment in '79 as if it were yesterday, enjoying the Rumours album on my dad's reel-to-reel with a big honkin' pair of headphones over my ears. Not a record player. Not an eight track tape player. This was reel-to-reel metal tape from a machine as big as a suitcase. I remember the earphone lead being as thick as a vacuum cleaner cord, spiraling to that massive pointed jack that plugged into the deck. It was like you were docking a Nasa headset into mission control when you plugged that baby in. In a word, it was awesome. Those earphones put me into a solo world with Mick Fleetwood and Stevie Nicks, and to this day I remember it being like heaven on earth. What a great memory, and the fact that I was warped back in time to it while thousands of miles from home was sweet medicine for the touch of home-sickness I had going on at the time.
Flashbacks... I think they're God's way of reminding you that everything is just fine and to reflect back on just how good life was and still is. And just perhaps, a reminder that today's iPods can't hold a candle to a sweet reel-to-reel machine. Peace...