That reminds me of how the most overwhelming memory associated with a Folie A Deux song for me is how the first time I listened to "What A Catch, Donnie" I was on a Greyhound bus in the middle of nowhere, Vermont, parked at a stop and waiting for passengers, and I was staring out the windows at fall foliage and paying really close attention to the music. I have such a strong mental image of the moment, and it comes back almost every time I hear the song.