Music, Memory and Sailing 10


I think I might possibly get in a small bit of trouble with Wiley. I’ve been good about not talking about how fortunate I am with my current residence situation in Grenada, at least regarding his company’s name, since I don’t want to get him in any trouble. When I posted the pics of the sailboat I’ve been on for the last week, I went and altered the photos I took to eliminate the name.

Not that I think anyone reads this blog, or more importantly, than anyone reading it would try to get Wiley in trouble, but I have just tried to use an overabundance of caution.

But I couldn’t get the name of the boat out of my head. It haunted me. I’d climb back aboard after morning coffee, or afternoon beers, and one song kept pounding away in my head.

For those of you that grew up in the 80s, I expect the Google Analytics report on this page is going to show you spend enough time here to actually sit and watch and listen to this video. Cause this was one of the one-hit wonders of our generation.

The rest of ya…. well, it might not mean that much.

I have written before about the power of music and memory. Music brings thoughts and images of the past more quickly and vividly to my head than anything else.

Then again, it could be the rum tonight, but roll with it.

Everyone thinks when they grew up was the best time ever. I am one of those everyone — the 80s were a great decade to grow up in — if only for the amazing one-hit wonder songs that keep dancing in my head via the ever present mental juke box that I am cursed with.

We sail this afternoon. Ironically on another boat. Four folks in their 70s chartered out the catamaran that inspired this blog. I feel certain they have never heard that Falco song that I recall so fondly from my teenage years.

We sail on a monohull in a few hours for three or four days of cruising the southern West Indies with a rather boring name that makes me want to meet the owners and ask, “that’s all ya got?”

But I shall have 80s songs cued up on the iPod. Wiley was born in 1986. His girlfriend a few years later. I shall make them fans of this decade, my decade, the decade they were born in, by the end of this journey…..


About Michael Hodson

Iā€™m an attorney that took off on my birthday in December of 2008 to circumnavigate the globe without ever getting on an airplane. After 16 months, 6 continents and 44 countries, I made it all the way back home. Right now, I am back on the road writing about it all.

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