Lately, whenever it has rained, I’ve been reminded of things as they were a couple of years ago. Those cold, wet days really captured my imagination, because I look back at them with fondness. I remember humming “Powderfinger” on the way to uni one morning, and in particular remember thinking how Rust Never Sleeps was going to be a milestone purchase, one that would become the best album in my collection. Heh, but nowadays, perhaps I would harshly criticize said album, given the vagaries of my taste. There was a particular period where I couldn't wait to get home, where I would read up on discographies of various artists through the AllMusic site. There was always an air of expectation and excitement, because it felt like I had been turned onto something truly profound and uplifting - music! I was very much a neophyte back then, with my only exposure being Dylan, the Dead, and a lone Crosby, Stills & Nash CD (which led me to Neil Young's catalogue). I spent the second half of the holidays scouring through the CD collection in my house, and trying to listen to as many albums as possible, trying to branch out. Back then, I had no clue who Led Zeppelin where, and “Stairway To Heaven” sounded interesting enough, but I had never heard anything about the song. I still remember how it was a cold morning when I placed the CD inside my player with bated breath, and found the opening “Black Dog” to be wickedly good! There was just something about it that made me beam uncontrollably, and think that I’d found something precious.

This all makes me wonder what things of the recent past have sufficiently impressed me, enough to be recalled at some point in the future. Yet I don't think I want to know until the magical moment arrives that I am drawn back, perhaps out of a sense of deja vu, to a time long gone but which lives on in my mind!