It all started with one simple thought

Walking to work today, my ipod buds in ears, I suddenly was swept to September at the Mercury Lounge as the beat thrummed in my ears and body, rocketing me to the past. But was it really the past? Since initially hearing and liking the Bloodsugars' song Cinderella, I have listened to the song continuously, my adoration growing. When I hear the song now, I instantly think of the first time I heard it, that time being the most memorable. But this memory encompasses not only all the emotions of that experience but, too, all other experiences relating to that song. How is it that I reduce everything down to one experience? And by reducing it to one experience am I creating an unrealistic event that can never be duplicated? Do we prevent ourselves from embracing the present by over zealously creating an untoppable nostalgia?