Music is such a funny thing. It's a hot summer night--I'm propped up in bed with the fan blowing conditioned air on me. An hour ago, I watched the bright red moon come up through the trees driving home late with my family. I have an eight-year-old daughter who gasped at its beauty from the back seat, and told us of her plans to get out one of her precious canvases and paint the moon tomorrow. But as I was checking email just now, a song came on Pandora, which reminded me of another song, which I haven't listened to in nearly 20 years. A quick YouTube search, and its melody floods my ears. Listening to it again now, I am suddenly transported back to being a 15 year old--listening to my Walkman as I lay on my parents' roof, watching the summer moon rise. The memory is so sharp, so close, I have to blink my eyes to remember reality. Memory and music are a magical combination.