I suppose the fact that I would be able to draw more from the beginning of my musical knowledge is a testament to long-term versus short-term memory. After all, I spent my younger days in a slightly more obsessive frame of mind. As a kid, having a song fully memorized was akin to constructing a suit of armor; it’s what you wore to shield you from the mess and confusion of adolescence, the intricacies of the songs were your friends, they were your secrets.
And in an earlier post, “Forever Young: Graduation Songs,” she advises any “band worried about its legacy” to . . .”Write a song about growing up, changing, making friends, keeping them, loving your family and fearing the future, while also knowing that everything is going to be okay in the end. Oh, and you might want to imply that high school was the best time you’ve ever had, and that things might be downhill from here on out.”
Brownstein solicits your graduation-day song memories. I think 10,000 Maniacs’ “These Are Days” played at mine (does that date me? yes). Looking at this year’s Diplomas Count, R.E.M.’s “Can’t Get There From Here” unfortunately comes to mind, but my colleague Melissa’s got a write-up that shows room for optimism.