Flashback to 1994. I grew up to Saturday jobs accompanied by James Taylor, Eric
Clapton, and/or my personal favorite Billy Joel. Blame it on my parents for starting me
off right, but I love music.
This love has evolved over the years, but here are my recent
thoughts: you know when you’re in one of those moods that you can’t quite put
your finger on and in your quandary you turn some music on. Then as you
listen the first song completely embodies your thoughts, emotions, unrealized
dreams, expectations, etc., etc., etc. Everything in that one song. Instead of
being taken back by the fierce invasion of privacy evident in the artist’s
lyrics, you’re captivated. And listen to it again, taking solace in its melody.
Looking back, some phases of my life are contained within a particular song. Completely. My childhood: The whole “Return to Pooh Corner”
album by Kenny Loggins. Take your pick; my life was in there. Later it was Fear
Not the Wild Things by Kalai. Then a phase
characterized by truths like In Repair (John Mayer); I Don’t Mind Singing (Josh Kelley); and Use Somebody (Tyrone Wells), among others. Other times, it’s just a line or stanza
of a song. Here's right now: "Hard times have helped me see, I'm a good [wo]man, with a good heart." Shadow Days (John Mayer).
