I've been contemplating over the past several weeks as I've gotten involved in a worship/praise music team at my church why it is that I can't listen to or sing some music without remembering specific events or locations where these songs were sung. In some cases, the associations I have made with some songs are so strongly negative that I began to wonder why this was. Specifically, the dulcet tones of Michael W. Smith's first Worship disc really just get under my skin and rile me. And then I remembered why this was. One summer, while working in a Christian bookstore, I decided to attempt to read Atlas Shrugged to apply for an essay contest/scholarship that the Ayn Rand Foundation puts on every year. Most of the time that I was reading this book, the Worship disc was playing in the background. To this day, I have vivid visual memories of scenes from this book flash back when I hear tracks from this album. Not being one who resonates well with Ayn Rand, these memories aren't always welcome.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who has these cross bred memory associations. Or am I?
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