We’re excited to have guest blogger Denis Storey with us at The Nostalgia Diaries for our Music Monday post today. His story shows us how the music that defines the places and cultures in which we grow up can leave such lasting impressions on our musical tastes. I personally know all about how this works: when I was a young teenager living in Nashville, I became immersed in the world of country music and instantly fell in love with it—and I’ve been a fan ever since. Continue reading “My 1990’s Soundtrack | Denis Storey”
We all have those songs. You know the ones: They’re the songs of our past, the ones that we discovered or listened to during pivotal times in our lives—the so-called turning points—that became so much a part of us that their words somehow became our own. They are the ones that played a part in shaping us into who we are today. They are the ones that we hear now that immediately transport us back to those days where we were evolving, where we were becoming, where we were discovering the parts of ourselves that just couldn’t wait to come alive. (Fun fact: Closer to Fine is one of mine.)
Our friend Megan Smidt knows all about this phenomenon, and she’s with us here today at The Nostalgia Diaries sharing her own Music Monday playlist, 5 Songs That Helped Make Me the Woman I Am Today. Continue reading “5 Songs That Helped Make Me the Woman I Am Today | Megan Smidt”
First things first: A big thanks to Corey for trusting me to take over The Nostalgia Diaries while she vacations with her family in the tropical oasis that is Toledo, Ohio. I’ve never vacationed in Toledo, but I’ve spent a bit of time in other parts of Ohio and the Midwest and frankly, I’m a big fan of laid-back Midwestern summers.
My grandparents lived in Eastern South Dakota along the Missouri River, and every July or August my parents would take my brother and me on a road trip to spend a couple of weeks in Yankton and Vermillion, South Dakota. To this day, I can still remember the enveloping heat of the heavy, humid air and the rich smell of dark fertile soil in fields of 7-foot tall stalks of sweet corn. Not a lot of that in Wyoming where I grew up, so the feel of the Midwest was always a striking change.
And I loved it.
I have not been back to South Dakota in years, yet thinking about it now sparks many nostalgic memories of my youth—a youth filled with the smells and sounds and sights of summer’s simple pleasures: hot concrete and cool chlorine-infused swimming pool water, the buzz of cicadas and the sad song of mourning doves, the blur of telephone poles and trees zipping past the car window ticking off the miles on the long road trip east. Continue reading “Channeling Nostalgia | The Music of Television”
There’s just something about a summer night that so easily evokes nostalgia, don’t you think?
It’s that moment when the day finally starts to cool off, the moment the sun starts kissing the horizon, the moment the cicadas and crickets start singing. And in those moments, it’s so easy to think back to those easy, long-ago summer nights of no worries and no cares—ones that held things like slow sunset walks on the beach, sitting around roaring campfires with friends, swinging on a swing or rocking in a rocking chair on a porch as stars begin twinkling above, and running around and laughing in lush fields at dusk, trying to catch fireflies in a jar.
They were the moments that were so beautiful they practically shimmered. Continue reading “18 Nostalgia-Inducing Songs for Easy Summer Nights”
Can you believe that the month of August starts this week? It seems like summer started just yesterday…
For most of us, the month of August is synonymous with back to school season. And the thing I always liked most about school starting up again was that it meant I got to go back to school shopping. There always was just something about picking out new notebooks and pencils and pens and deciding which kind of new backpack I wanted. Even when I was a teenager and started high school—a time when going back to school shopping shouldn’t have been nearly as exciting considering I’d already been doing it for 10 years or so—I still remember being beside myself to be able to get a new Eddie Bauer backpack. (Though I didn’t get a matching lunchbox or anything. That would have been so not cool: those were the years of basic, brown paper bagging it, for sure…) Continue reading “5 Songs That Remind Me of High School | Christina Pilat @ From Under a Palm Tree”