Have
you ever been driving down a road that you know so well, while listening to the
same radio station you listen to all the time, when all of a sudden you hear a particular song, and right away the hair stands
up on your skin, and you find yourself blinking and gripping the steering
wheel, just to make sure you’re really there and that you’re not in some
other place in time—a place that gives you a feeling you can only
explain by the sinking in your stomach?
Have
you ever come
across a song with words so implausible that you turn the volume to its highest
level, or just set the damn song on repeat so you could listen to it over and
over again? Have you ever wondered who the song was written for and why or how
someone else could sing chords that descend and fall so perfectly like pieces
into the place of your life?
Do you ever wonder where the songwriter lives so you could drive straight to their house and reach out your arms and thank them for writing something that clearly must have been written for you because they’ve described everything you feel, and sung it in a tone that you’ve already thought up so many times. Don’t you just want to do that sometimes?
Do you ever wonder where the songwriter lives so you could drive straight to their house and reach out your arms and thank them for writing something that clearly must have been written for you because they’ve described everything you feel, and sung it in a tone that you’ve already thought up so many times. Don’t you just want to do that sometimes?
I
do.