Every once in a while, I listen to the radio while driving my old pick-up truck. While basking in the glow of my orange check-engine light, I find a song and it makes me move, sing, and feel joy. Afterward, I revel in the feeling of discovering a new dimension to my weary self. My heart feels lighter, my mind feels more clear, and I regain the ability to laugh and smile.
Today, it was this song. This song that made me break into my version of "road harmony". This song that brought me a little much needed renewed joy. This song that reminded me of my odd teenage obsession with folk, bluegrass and classic-rock music. In 1993, when everyone I knew was listening to Boyz to Men, AC/DC and Micheal Fucking Bolton, I was listening to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Alison Krauss and James Taylor. I guess some of us have always marched to our own beat- or grooved in our own unique and slightly spastic way behind the wheel of an old, muddy pick-up truck.
I hope you are able to carve out a little space in your day and fill it with your own brand of joyous noise.
Peace, Love and Music,