The way the right song would make me dance on a cloud because it was the words I couldn't find about a certain girl.
The way another song captured my angst and anger at my dad for doing dad things like not understanding me or letting me be me.
The way a different song was a promise among friends, now long gone, to always be there come hell or high water for always and forever.
I especially miss hearing a song and know, this was written for me. I'd let the music and words wash over me in my room in the dark and feel my spirit being cleansed of any and every burden.
Then I started growing up and music became a measure of coolness. You listen to that? You have shit taste and no value as a human being.
I am 43 and still know adults very much like that. Like when TGB listens to The Fat Bottoms and I point out how fucking awful they are.
But the last couple of years have been interesting because I've been experiencing a sort of musical revival. Don't get me wrong, I've never not listened to music. It's just that I was done with anything new. I was well on my way to becoming the crotchety asshole who hates all this noise the kids are listening to these days!
I realized this the other day when I was burning discs (yes, discs) for my truck (it's a '99 with a CD player that doesn't play MP3s) and I got six discs burned without a single artist I was listening to prior to three years ago. One hundred plus songs and not one artist or song from anyone I had bothered listening to prior to late 2013.
The last couple of days this song has been washing over me, reminding me that I do have a soul and that sometimes it needs to be tended to.
Wait, I just remembered I threw some Tupac on a disc. I did that mostly to fuck with the old white people in Mexico Beach. A Mexican rolling down the street cranking Tupac in a neighborhood of old white people... that's just good clean fun right there.