While we're on the topic of music: What are the songs that you remember hearing for the first time? As in you remember where you were, what you were doing, who you were with, what you were feeling? Here are a few of mine:
"She Has No Time" by Keane - Pip just sang a song from Keane's first album on The Voice (hosing it, really, and getting himself rightly eliminated), reminded me it existed and prompting me to listen to it (on CD!) while making dinner tonight (kimchi fried rice, BTW, which I hadn't made since Boston; I'd been having trouble locating kimchi without shrimp; John is allergic). I'm not usually one to feel guilt or shame about my taste, but for some reason I have always felt a little weird about liking this choir-boy pop record full of the musical-theater equivalent of power ballads. Anyway, I distinctly remember hearing this song for the first time at the MIT gym, and memorizing the lyrics so I could Google them at home later. I almost mistook it for Radiohead, because the soaring falsetto vocals are rather Thom Yorkian, though of course the style is different.
"How It Ends" by Devotchka - I heard this song the first time I got high. I held out for decades (not that anyone was trying to sell me drugs on the playground, at least to my knowledge), but my friend Chris Starkey finally convinced me to try smoking pot when I was about yea 25. We were at his apartment in JP on a warm night, with the windows open, lounging around on the couch listening to music. He warned me that most people don't feel anything the first time. But when "How It Ends" came on, I distinctly remember thinking, This is the best song I've ever heard. (I think that was the weed talking.)
"Pictures of You" by The Cure - OK, this is a stretch. I'm sure I heard this song in the '80s, in the background or whatever, and at parties in the '90s and so on. But I never really heard it until I was 19, and I went with some friends to New Orleans for the weekend. We were visiting a kid named Antoine Pedeaux, who was planning to go to Rice the next year; Rice has this thing called "Owl Weekend" (our mascot is the Owls, it's so nerdy you can't handle it) where accepted students visit the campus and get drunk. Anyway, Antoine was this really adorable man-child who wore Harry Potter glasses before Harry Potter glasses were a thing, and who was probably gay but had a crush on me anyway. And he loved The Cure, and it was nighttime and we (me and Kate) were in the backseat of his friend's car (his friend's kitchen had black & white checkered tile on the floor, this has been a lifelong dream of mine), and this song came on sounding so crisp and gorgeous. Such clarity! Again, the windows were open. There will never be a better setting for that song. Whatever happened to Antoine Pedeaux?
I must have dozens of these, but I can't remember any more right now...