My friend Catherine has a blog called the Flamingo Room which has a fantastic summary: When your world is dark and smoky, just envision yourself in a dimly lit Havana nightclub back in the day. Mine is The Flamingo Room. Bring a friend, muddle a mojito. This is a Buena Vida social club – even when, especially when, you feel less than groovy.
Last week she wrote a great post about personal theme songs. In part, it said:

Every time the song “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair)” by Scott McKenzie comes on the radio, my mother recounts the first time she heard the song: “It was 1967. I was in a bathtub in London, listening to the radio, and thinking about what it would be like to be in San Francisco.” …

My friend, Chris, and I have mused that it would be cool if everyone had a theme song. It could play when you came into the office or arrived at a party. It’s hard to pick one song, though, isn’t it? Maybe our lives have a soundtrack with different songs calling up specific memories whose emotions remain so fresh they make you forget where you are for a moment. I once created a playlist on iTunes of songs through the years of my life. It was a way to honor my past with gentle thoughts and flowers in my hair.