Ya know how sometimes, just only sometimes, a certain song will take you back to something you’d forgotten or maybe wanted to forget? Or maybe, didn’t want to forget, just maybe not remember? Or, or, just maybe, dredged up a long gone happy moment?
That happened to me tonight.
I was doing the dishes while Miss Carol and Cutter and Tug dozed on the couch pretending to watch TV. I was listening to a random selection on Ms. iPhone when a song blared into my earbuds. It was a song I hadn’t heard in a while, a song that transported me back to something else a while ago and a fairly long ways away.
I stared at my reflection in the darkened kitchen window and listened and liked the journey backwards so much that I took it five more times, my soapy finger pushing the arrow back button, smearing Ms. iPhone.
Songs and music are strangely interweaving, slowly wrapping themselves around us and our psyches and digging their talons in deep.
And I’m glad they do, ’cause that was fun.
Note: Not to mention that it finally, finally, got me to write something, anything, to break me out of the non-writing fuck, I mean funk, I’ve been in.
Thank you transport song.
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