I've never had strong associative memories. Of course there are things that remind me of other things (the smell of diesel is inextricably linked with my truck-driver father, for example), but nothing as, I don't know, visceral? as listening to that CD and it being 1992 again. I mean, I don't walk past an 18-wheeler idling in a parking lot and am suddenly transported to 1989 or something on a trip with my dad. It's just nostalgic.

(Then it reminded me of the quote war a friend in college and I had. He'd leave Tori Amos lyrics on my door, and I'd leave NIN lyrics on his. It should be noted that I don't dislike Tori; it was a mutual teasing thing.)

My best friend from HS listened to the classic rock station, and we played the heck out of a couple Beatles cassettes on a work mission at Red Bird. And REM.