{"id":616,"date":"2007-06-04T09:13:30","date_gmt":"2007-06-04T13:13:30","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2008-12-18T12:43:25","modified_gmt":"2008-12-18T12:43:25","slug":"location-location-location","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/location-location-location\/","title":{"rendered":"Location, Location, Location"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I spent three days in <strong>Maine<\/strong> this past weekend.  I was in the Southwestern tip of the state, in a village called York Harbor, where a good friend got married.  I stayed in a turn-of-the-century inn, not far from Kennebunk, slept in a four-poster bed, and ate my fill of <strong>lobster<\/strong>.  On Saturday morning, as I cast an eye over the clothes I was to wear during the ceremony, I realized I had not packed any <strong>cufflinks<\/strong>.  No bother &#8212; wasn&#8217;t that a <strong>Brooks Brothers<\/strong> store I passed on my way into town?  Yes, I believe it was.  Surely they would have a fine pair of cufflinks for me.<\/p><iframe class='youtube-player youtuber' type='text\/html' width='425' height='355' src='http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qjk4aWVJ27I?rel=0&amp;fs=1&amp;ap=%252526fmt%253D18' webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen frameborder='0'><\/iframe><p>I walked out to my <strong>convertible<\/strong>, lowered the top, fired up the engine, and pulled out of the Inn&#8217;s gravel parking lot.  As I merged onto the two-lane road separating the inn from the sea, I reached for my <strong>iPod<\/strong>, but it wasn&#8217;t there.  I knew, however, that there were a few odds and ends in the glovebox I might listen to &#8212; mostly two-dollar CDs I picked up during the fire sales that accompanied the death throes of the <strong>Tower Records<\/strong> empire.  I reached into the compartment and pulled out&#8230;<em>Morph the Cat<\/em>, <strong>Donald Fagen<\/strong>&#8216;s latest solo album.  Hmm.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nI slid it into the car&#8217;s CD changer, and it was quietly supped into the dash.  A few moments later, the <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/RockTownHall\/TheHGang.mp3\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/RockTownHall\/TheHGang.mp3\">cool, jazzy strains of &#8220;H Gang&#8221;<\/a><\/strong> rolled out of the speakers and into the bright sunshine.  I smiled as I rounded the corner and spied the Brooks Brothers sign down the road.  Everything was <em>just so<\/em> for Donald Fagen and his smooth jazz confection.  Indeed, in the moment, I thought it perfect.<\/p>\n<p><strong>The smooth jazz confection of &#8220;H Gang&#8221;<\/strong><br \/>\n<!--Media Player file:http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/RockTownHall\/TheHGang.mp3--><\/p>\n<p>Mind you, most any other time, I&#8217;d think the tune was pretty freakin&#8217; boring.  As with so many other things, it seems time and place make  <strong>big<\/strong> difference in how much we enjoy things.  The finest finger foods at a work reception always taste like shit; a burnt weenie on a stick when you&#8217;re camping with your girlfriend tastes heavenly.  On that sunny day, in southern Maine, with the top down and a breeze blowing back my hair, pulling into the Brooks Brothers parking lot for a pair of cufflinks, it was <strong>perfect<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><strong>So here&#8217;s my question:<\/strong>  Can you think of a time and place when a piece of music unexpectedly came alive, mainly because of the time and place in which you heard it?  <em>Please don&#8217;t be afraid to share.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I spent three days in Maine this past weekend. I was in the Southwestern tip of the state, in a village called York Harbor, where a good friend got married. I stayed in a turn-of-the-century inn, not far from Kennebunk, slept in a four-poster bed, and ate my fill of lobster. 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