Sometimes, listening to music can put you in a certain frame of mind. Most couples have "their song" which reminds each person of a certain (usually naughty or intimate) experience with the other. Other people can put a timescale on music - "that's a university band", "that's my parent's music", etc.
Having re-aquired the debut album by Ned's Atomic Dustbin, I've been reliving (in my mind) the early 1990s as a fresh uni student, driving around Southwest Ontario visiting all my newly-liberated-from-highschool mates.
The music's more rocky and indie-feeling than today's charts would allow, but it does recall more than one night of drunken fun at Phil's Grandson's Place in Waterloo, where the drinks were cheap and the music was decent (mostly UK-based) indie.
Ah, the memories of yoof.
