When I was a wee lad, I watched PBS a lot. My mom was a single parent so I'd often be home alone while she was working. Sometimes in the evenings, sometimes in the day. She was a part time musician with a full time job. This of course led to many hours spent watching some of my favorite programs. There's a lot of my childhood wrapped up in those pop culture morsels and every so often something hits me that brings back a flood of memories from those times.
I was listening to Nils Frahm's Spaces this morning and a couple of tracks (Went Missing and Familiar specifically) hit me right in the nostalgias. You see, there was a holiday program called The Snowman (check it here if you're so inclined: http://buff.ly/1cNQZRn)
that aired on occasion in the 1980's. It was a no voice-acting, purely instrumental program, full of hand drawn goodness and very cool to 8 year old me. I really hadn't seen it again until a few years ago when I found it on DVD (I subsequently got to introduce my daughter to it this year which was very cool to 36 year old me.). When those songs came on, there was something melodically about them that reminded me of the wonderment I felt watching that program for the first time, specifically the flight sequences. It was pretty damn magical. I may have been sitting in my car on the way to work, but in my head I was floating just above the treeline with the fog billowing around me.
TL;DR Music is pretty fucking cool you guys.