{"id":10408,"date":"2020-09-19T13:22:14","date_gmt":"2020-09-19T19:22:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/?p=10408"},"modified":"2020-09-19T13:22:14","modified_gmt":"2020-09-19T19:22:14","slug":"a-song-you-remember-from-your-childhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/2020\/09\/19\/a-song-you-remember-from-your-childhood\/","title":{"rendered":"A Song You Remember From Your Childhood"},"content":{"rendered":"

30-Day Song Challenge, Day 29: A Song You Remember From Your Childhood<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Sundown” is the title track from Gordon Lightfoot’s fifth album on the Warner Bros\/Reprise label (his tenth album, overall). It was a number-one hit in the summer of 1974. I was just under five years old at the time, so it’s unlikely I have any real<\/em> memories of the song in the context of that year. And yet somehow it’s become associated in my mind with a series of impressions that add up to a scene that very likely did<\/em> occur around that time… so maybe I actually do<\/em> remember it. Memory is such a weird, slippery thing, especially when you’re looking back across four and a half decades<\/em>. But whether I’m experiencing a genuine memory when I hear “Sundown” or just something I’ve manufactured for myself that uses the song as accompaniment, it always conjures up a vision of riding alongside my pretty young mother in her 1956 Ford pickup truck, the one with rust-red primer on the fenders and an eight-track deck welded into the dashboard. A long bar of sunshine-polygons pivots across the curving sides of the windshield and the truck shimmies and squeaks as old cars do, like living things with a touch of arthritis in their joints. The sweet, floral smell of just-cut alfalfa flows through the open wing-window. Dad has a swather machine and picks up a few extra bucks on the weekends cutting and baling hay for the local farmers. We’re on our way to meet him with a midday snack, a box of his favorite raspberry Zingers on the bench seat between us, a styrofoam cooler on the floor between us loaded with cans of Fanta Red Cream Soda and Coke in tall glass bottles. I’m drowsy in the heat, and the world seems very large and uncrowded.<\/p>\n

This memory is a safe place, a happy place that I find myself retreating to more and more often as I get old and current events become more grim and frustrating. Strange that it would be so tangled up with a song about a “hard-headed woman that’s got me feeling mean.” But like I said… memory is weird…<\/p>\n

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