Recovered Memory Monday
I was just walking back from an errand, listening to Abbey Road, and I had a crystal-clear cinematic quality flashback to something that must be nearly 30 years ago. The lyrics “Sunday’s on the phone to Monday/Tuesday’s on the phone to me” opened the wormhole. The weather was EXACTLY like today’s in Boston, and the windows of the living room were open, and I was staring up at my parents’ Onkyo stereo because I’d just heard that phrase and couldn’t make sense of it. I listened to the rest of it while futzing with the rotor of a toy helicopter.
I’ve always loved that album, and have probably commented on it a few dozen times in recent years, but I truly didn’t remember being aware of it until years later. Huh.