<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post2745966906009287513..comments</id><updated>2009-08-20T13:46:40.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Music and Driving</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/feeds/2745966906009287513/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ken Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127</uri><email>kfelix@eircom.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-5342214729327940857</id><published>2009-08-20T13:35:32.101+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:35:32.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>there are some fab songs listed on this blog so I ...</title><content type='html'>there are some fab songs listed on this blog so I will only add that if you ever have a chance to buy it- get an album by Feedback, called Shooting Up a Star; it&amp;#39;s great and the music will fit in just well here. &lt;br /&gt;(the band no longer exisits)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5342214729327940857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5342214729327940857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1250771732101#c5342214729327940857' title=''/><author><name>Filmfeline</name><uri>http://www.filmfeline.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-8079190385262108926</id><published>2008-07-10T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:31:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice post. That's not my favorite U2 song but I ha...</title><content type='html'>Nice post. That's not my favorite U2 song but I have plenty of others that take me to all sorts of different locations when I hear them - "Elevation" to Quebec; "Stay" to Boston; "Even Better Than the Real Thing" to Chicago; "The Unforgettable Fire" to Los Angeles; "In a Little While" to New York, to name a few. One of the many gifts that music gives us.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8079190385262108926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8079190385262108926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1215703860000#c8079190385262108926' title=''/><author><name>Don M.F.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12571909629438772304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2390170612535018704</id><published>2008-07-05T04:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:09:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My U2/driving experience was a little different.  ...</title><content type='html'>My U2/driving experience was a little different.  I worked in the concert ticket business and I was working a U2 show in Fort Worth, Texas.  I was driving home around midnight and it started just pouring rain.  I had a crappy Datsun 280Z and the windshield fogged up so bad there was no way to see out.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My buddy was next to me and he kept wiping the inside of the windshield off with this free concert t-shirt we got at the show.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It was a great show.  BB King had opened for them and it was right around the time they first played "When Love Came to Town."  But all we were thinking of that night was getting home alive.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/2390170612535018704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/2390170612535018704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1215227340000#c2390170612535018704' title=''/><author><name>Chris Williams</name><uri>www.cdubmarketing.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-56962596051364921</id><published>2008-07-03T05:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T05:27:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent video Ken! Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed...</title><content type='html'>Excellent video Ken! Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed it.  Thank You for visiting my blog also. :-)&lt;BR/&gt;Kimmie</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/56962596051364921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/56962596051364921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1215059220000#c56962596051364921' title=''/><author><name>Kimmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08325629129760976855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-309806604764582828</id><published>2008-07-02T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:59:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"U2 - Where the streets have no name"'Want to hear...</title><content type='html'>"U2 - Where the streets have no name"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;'Want to hear it?"  Here:&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=GpVbLm4TN3g" REL="nofollow"&gt;'Where The Streets Have No Name'&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The song doesn't get going until 2:45 in.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/309806604764582828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/309806604764582828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1215039540000#c309806604764582828' title=''/><author><name>Ken Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15819071348724553321'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-6547520151611789348</id><published>2008-07-02T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:51:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I would have to say the song "I Will" by the Beatl...</title><content type='html'>I would have to say the song "I Will" by the Beatles is one that you hear very rarely, and I have downloaded it for that very reason.  It takes me back to a very special night many years ago.  I had been dating a guy for about a month, and our feelings for each other moved very fast. We were standing outside by his car and he had put the radio on.  "I Will" came on and he looked deeply into my eyes and sang the entire song to me.  I started to cry because it had moved me beyond words, he kissed me and then the heavens opened up.  We stood in the pouring rain kissing and holding each other.  I believe that was the moment that we knew how much in love we were.  The ending was the same as so many of the stories I have read here.  "Parting is such sweet sorrow."  I have never forgotten him, and I don't believe I ever will.  That night it was just him and I, the song, and the rain.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Thank You Ken for sharing your story, it validated what I have felt in my heart for so many years.  Going back in time via a song is not as rare as I had thought it to be.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/6547520151611789348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/6547520151611789348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1215010260000#c6547520151611789348' title=''/><author><name>Kimmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08325629129760976855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2892751915275521493</id><published>2008-07-02T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:47:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man, it is SO amazing how music and lyrics can ...</title><content type='html'>Oh man, it is SO amazing how music and lyrics can transport us back to another place and time!  I'll hear a song and I'll call my husband and play it for him and ask him if it brings back memories.  He'll stammer and stutter a bit and then say yes, even though nine times out of ten he has no clue!  *LOL*</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/2892751915275521493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/2892751915275521493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214959620000#c2892751915275521493' title=''/><author><name>crazy working mom</name><uri>http://tishblack.blogspot.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-6349766350256790982</id><published>2008-07-01T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:08:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great post. Really gave me a sense of your ...</title><content type='html'>What a great post. Really gave me a sense of your memory. It's very cool how music can take you right back to some moment you may have forgotten about for a while. Although I'm not quite sure why I think of red peppers every time I hear the song "Hound Dog." Somewhere there's a rather strange suppressed memory for that.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/6349766350256790982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/6349766350256790982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214917680000#c6349766350256790982' title=''/><author><name>Henson Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488179170722007018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-3720429679233344578</id><published>2008-07-01T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:03:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Music - A long drive &amp; my lovely partner make...</title><content type='html'>Good Music - A long drive &amp; my lovely partner makes a perfect combination. Its too true to be in your ideal circumstances.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3720429679233344578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3720429679233344578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214913780000#c3720429679233344578' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Quotes</name><uri>www.quotesnquotations.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-3725765591790002571</id><published>2008-07-01T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:31:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! I didn't put a date...I think it was about 199...</title><content type='html'>Ha! I didn't put a date...I think it was about 1990...in the summertime.&lt;BR/&gt;x</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3725765591790002571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3725765591790002571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214911860000#c3725765591790002571' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-1795071120192729662</id><published>2008-07-01T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:11:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How many comments!! Time to give up the day job......</title><content type='html'>How many comments!! Time to give up the day job...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Glad to see Jim mentioning AC/DC..I loved a bit of AC/DC back when I was younger and was amazed when a friend told me recently that they were 'back in fashion'. I never thought they were in  fashion...wasn't that the point of that kind of rock?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I didn't comment on this because it took me a while to think of a song that I specifically associated with driving. This morning I remembered...NWA 'Express Yourself' (a great song and proof that rap/hip hop can be brilliant when it wants to)...that reminds me of driving round Leeds in a company car that I didn't really deserve (I never did any work)...going from friend to friend and from club to club...cruising around, fetching things, dropping stuff off, visiting...windows open, music loud...not a care in the world. I did like Gil Scott Heron's ''Lady Day and John Coltrane' around that time too but I think NWA gets it...some of the lines are stupendous...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;'Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there &lt;BR/&gt;flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality...'&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and so on...funky track too!&lt;BR/&gt;x</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/1795071120192729662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/1795071120192729662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214910660000#c1795071120192729662' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-7830609730224368355</id><published>2008-07-01T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:04:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All Joshua's Tree is masterpiece. I feel the  same...</title><content type='html'>All Joshua's Tree is masterpiece. I feel the  same about almost every song on that album. They were my teenage idols and the first big band to have a concert in Sarajevo, right after the cease of the disaster. I was there and it was an unique. Imagine yourself living in a hole for 4 years and then you get up and go to see U2 concert.  I will have to find that 96' U2 Sarajevo concert somewhere on line and remind myself about it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/7830609730224368355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/7830609730224368355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214899440000#c7830609730224368355' title=''/><author><name>J. C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845426562424925708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03166437493804887458'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-8337205552511176758</id><published>2008-07-01T04:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:23:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If I do not listen to any music in my car, I would...</title><content type='html'>If I do not listen to any music in my car, I would simple fall asleep at the steering wheel...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8337205552511176758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8337205552511176758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214882580000#c8337205552511176758' title=''/><author><name>Shaxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00779850879494281053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-8115896094178530674</id><published>2008-07-01T02:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:19:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I can add to the fray. Nice Post. See if B...</title><content type='html'>I guess I can add to the fray. Nice Post. See if Blogger has a heart attack.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Beamer&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;PS: Lets see you respond to every comment. LOL</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8115896094178530674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8115896094178530674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214875140000#c8115896094178530674' title=''/><author><name>Beamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17469206563586636730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-3066942523646305301</id><published>2008-07-01T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:02:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ken, was that cool photo there yesterday when ...</title><content type='html'>Hey Ken, was that cool photo there yesterday when I wrote my comment? It's pretty nifty!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3066942523646305301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3066942523646305301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214874120000#c3066942523646305301' title=''/><author><name>fragileheart</name><uri>http://www.fragileheart.com/journal/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2187604413064108775</id><published>2008-06-30T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:24:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a memory of that song in particular b...</title><content type='html'>I don't have a memory of that song in particular but I do have songs that really make me cry and I feel like a washed out washing machine. Especially as I am in love with a Chinese guy and I hear a song about rice love mice when we are apart..it kills me.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/2187604413064108775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/2187604413064108775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214857440000#c2187604413064108775' title=''/><author><name>Jenai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559117370747731343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-5918059466673080115</id><published>2008-06-30T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:07:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually I think this is why cars were invented, s...</title><content type='html'>Actually I think this is why cars were invented, so we could listen to music while driving.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5918059466673080115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5918059466673080115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214852820000#c5918059466673080115' title=''/><author><name>wngl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938092768787266544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-8841626046355973939</id><published>2008-06-30T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:11:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love cranking up the radio when a good song come...</title><content type='html'>I love cranking up the radio when a good song comes on, especially one that brings back memories - I sing along and "car dance".  I'm sure the folks passing by think I'm totally nuts but who cares - it's fun.   :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;One of these days I'll get a car with a cd player - now that will be fun!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8841626046355973939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/8841626046355973939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214849460000#c8841626046355973939' title=''/><author><name>Lady Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499286104507733785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-1924170497339393502</id><published>2008-06-30T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:19:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, your blog has really hit the big time here. J...</title><content type='html'>Wow, your blog has really hit the big time here. Just to quote Tam, who quoted Milhouse, "I knew the dog before he came to school." ;)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I've posted on the subject of music being linked with memories before, and can only express my awe. Great post.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/1924170497339393502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/1924170497339393502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214839140000#c1924170497339393502' title=''/><author><name>Fiendish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06427088675092430747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-3320214799540374144</id><published>2008-06-30T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:04:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have vivid memories of listening to Led Zeppelin...</title><content type='html'>I have vivid memories of listening to Led Zeppelin back in the 80's in a car full of friends. Any time I hear Led Zeppelin, it takes me right back to when I was 17 again.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3320214799540374144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3320214799540374144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214834640000#c3320214799540374144' title=''/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02931157493674691681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-3855609965735554116</id><published>2008-06-30T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:40:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the way music can invoke memories or create...</title><content type='html'>I love the way music can invoke memories or create them.  Music is truly powerful stuff!  I cannot imagine life without it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3855609965735554116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/3855609965735554116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214833200000#c3855609965735554116' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11691278635181403957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-5036873252700922923</id><published>2008-06-30T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:14:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I always work to music. It's music or a picture th...</title><content type='html'>I always work to music. It's music or a picture that usually serves as my inspiration for a topic. I fought any association with music when very young. My parents insisted that I play an instrument and sing. I've thankfully recovered from their meddling.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Jack @ http://time-less-image.typepad.com/comics_legends_and_lore/</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5036873252700922923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5036873252700922923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214831640000#c5036873252700922923' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01247472243734426800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-5635067860097778588</id><published>2008-06-30T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:10:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another comment, because I can! Hi.</title><content type='html'>Just another comment, because I can! Hi.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5635067860097778588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/5635067860097778588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214831400000#c5635067860097778588' title=''/><author><name>Contamination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14809513096354013061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-336286259185914407</id><published>2008-06-30T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:03:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so many songs, so many memories.  It seems that a ...</title><content type='html'>so many songs, so many memories.  It seems that a song will come on the radio just as I am in need of cheering up or want to remember something special.  Great reminder Ken, as always.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/336286259185914407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/336286259185914407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214830980000#c336286259185914407' title=''/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059528663560612371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06119893364230700860'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-1914701075756482085</id><published>2008-06-30T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:48:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you all so much. I'm going to be round your ...</title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much. I'm going to be round your blogs in the near future, so watch out.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As a writer, I have been lucky enough to reach an audience with my writing in a number of ways.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Yesterday Graham Langdon and the Entrecard Community provided me with a glimpse of an extraordinary new way and I really am most grateful and touched.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As they used to say in 'The Beverly Hillbillies'...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;'Y'all come back now, y'hear?'</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/1914701075756482085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/2745966906009287513/comments/default/1914701075756482085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html?showComment=1214830080000#c1914701075756482085' title=''/><author><name>Ken Armstrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15819071348724553321'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.kenwriting.com/2008/01/musis-and-driving.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2745966906009287513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496460488742488789/posts/default/2745966906009287513' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>