If you know me at all, then you'll know that music is an integral part of my life. From sun up to sun down, I usually have a song on my mind, in my heart and on my lips. Usually a lyric will remind me of a memory or a song will trigger an experience that I've associated to it. I'm confident it's how my mind organizes and indexes these things. One such memory that's intrinsically tied to a song is this...
One innocuous evening, WCP [my lil's sister moniker for West Coast Playa] and I had a time sensitive "mission" to arrive to the comic book store before it closed for the evening, yet move on to the next activity. For whatever reason, she wanted to drive. We hop into her new rig, Rosa [a Nissan Rogue], to bounce. She turns on the vehicle, and fires up the CD player since her Sirius XM radio subscription had expired. The radio and speaker system in this rig is so distinctive that it's a total sensory experience.
With my phone in my hand, as usual, I'm focused on what's going with the outside world. Well, the first song that is turned on as we leave the garage is Rascal Flatt's "Praying For Daylight". She looks over to me and says, "Don't worry big brother. We'll get there in time." With those words, she tears ass down the road while singing the lyrics to the song! I was completely shell shocked; she doesn't sing at all. Let alone the caroake stylings.
I literally put down my phone to listen and observe in awe. I couldn't believe it. Here we are tearing ass down the highway, tunes blazing out the speakers, WCP singing and smiling as she is weaving her way through traffic! Briefly, I thought it would be that one song... Nope, every lyric of every song, was being belted out. Talk about a role reversal.
I was so distracted by this, that I completely forgot about the time. Like a focused driver with precious cargo, she stops and parks in front of the comic book store. I peer down at the clock; 7:49pm. I have 11 minutes to the good to purchase my items. I caught myself smiling and realizing that I needed to leave the vehicle but didn't want to.
Guess I was kinda praying the experience didn't end, while Rascal Flatt's was praying for daylight. Hm. Must be just me, but every time I hear that song I remember this: you never know how or when music effects people but illustrates that music does touch everyone in one way or another.
Music is a muse.
Keep digging,
'los
One innocuous evening, WCP [my lil's sister moniker for West Coast Playa] and I had a time sensitive "mission" to arrive to the comic book store before it closed for the evening, yet move on to the next activity. For whatever reason, she wanted to drive. We hop into her new rig, Rosa [a Nissan Rogue], to bounce. She turns on the vehicle, and fires up the CD player since her Sirius XM radio subscription had expired. The radio and speaker system in this rig is so distinctive that it's a total sensory experience.
With my phone in my hand, as usual, I'm focused on what's going with the outside world. Well, the first song that is turned on as we leave the garage is Rascal Flatt's "Praying For Daylight". She looks over to me and says, "Don't worry big brother. We'll get there in time." With those words, she tears ass down the road while singing the lyrics to the song! I was completely shell shocked; she doesn't sing at all. Let alone the caroake stylings.
I literally put down my phone to listen and observe in awe. I couldn't believe it. Here we are tearing ass down the highway, tunes blazing out the speakers, WCP singing and smiling as she is weaving her way through traffic! Briefly, I thought it would be that one song... Nope, every lyric of every song, was being belted out. Talk about a role reversal.
I was so distracted by this, that I completely forgot about the time. Like a focused driver with precious cargo, she stops and parks in front of the comic book store. I peer down at the clock; 7:49pm. I have 11 minutes to the good to purchase my items. I caught myself smiling and realizing that I needed to leave the vehicle but didn't want to.
Guess I was kinda praying the experience didn't end, while Rascal Flatt's was praying for daylight. Hm. Must be just me, but every time I hear that song I remember this: you never know how or when music effects people but illustrates that music does touch everyone in one way or another.
Music is a muse.
Keep digging,
'los
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