I was just listening to my Slacker radio station and Tracy Chapman's Give Me One Reason came on. Whenever I hear that song, I am transported to Marion, Indiana, to the Grist Mill. I'm twenty-one years old. I can still feel what it felt like to be there at eleven o'clock or twelve or two. It was open all night, just down the road from the strip club. I would order eggs. I would talk with the regulars and the guys from Taylor who went there to smoke, in all of their pent up rebellion. The ceiling was yellow with cigarette smoke. A jukebox sat in the corner. I don't remember the waitress' name, but she was the favorite, a large black woman with an amazing smile. This was her favorite song. We knew it was and we would play it for her. I can smell the place: the bathrooms wreaked of urine almost as much as the main room did of smoke. I went back as much as I could.
I tried to go a back a few years later. It had burned to the ground.
What are the songs that are tied so tightly to memories for you? When it plays, you're transported.