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My memory is shot. It's all part of being a mum, and yet I'm amazed when I hear a song on the radio how memories can come flooding back, who, why, where, when, how, all from the simple art of putting pen to paper, microphone to amp and needle to vinyl.

We were trying to guess the year of a song just the other day, when it dawned on me that particular song must have been about ten years old because I remember driving to work at the Mount listening to Nick and Rog on the Rock and that song being on in between commercials.

A few minutes ago (not long before I caved and put Hi-Five on), Wilson Phillips came on the radio, I think the song's called 'Release Me' I remember when that came out, and how much I loved one of the singers bowl hair cuts, but wasn't quite brave enough to have my own locks styled like that. In hindsight, being non adventurous in the hair department turned out to be a good thing on that count.

Theres are songs I relate to people I know too. Like every time I hear 'Life is a Highway' I think of the day I followed a 'speedway chic' out to the local track when it was in its prime. I could see her jigging around in the drivers seat and her rear view mirror was set just right for me to see her lips singing along. When we arrived in neighbouring car park spaces, I asked her what she was listening to and she informed me it was 'Life is a Highway', she had it up 'full bore' 'cause the kids weren't in the car.

As a mum with 3.33 years experience under her belt, I can now appreciate her sentiment. I too can be seen roaring down to the post office or bank with my sounds blaring in the old cleche of a family wagon I call my car.

So now when I'm out and about and I hear a car approaching with music bellowing, I try not to jump to conclusions and pass it off as a 'blardy boy racer', I check it out, and if I see a woman riding solo, I say to myself - 'you go girl'!