A couple of weeks ago my
mom and I were driving home from lunch.
We were in my new car and my sunroof was open despite the sweltering
heat outside. It was one of those
picture perfect afternoons though. I
remember Eric Church’s song Springsteen was on the radio and I couldn’t stop
smiling about the track my life was on.
I turned the music up too loud and reached up and put my hand out of the
sunroof. My mom asked me what I was
doing (I must have looked like I wasn’t paying attention to the road), but all
I could say was “I’m just living life, Mom.
What are you doing?”
I know that sounds like a super cheesy thing to say, but
it was the most honest thing I could have said in that moment. The other day my mom texted me saying she was
“living life”…her and my dad had their hands out of the sunroof. She finally understood what I meant.
I just watched the music video for Springsteen and had to
smile when I saw that it features people riding with the top down and their
hands out the window. It’s always really
cool to realize you interpreted a song in exactly the right way. But, honestly, that’s not really my favorite
part about the song. My favorite part is
that it puts into words what I love about music in general. That a single song can take you back in time
to a moment in your life just as though you were living it all over again. Everyone has a list of songs that takes them
back (see Summer Love); I happen to have an entire playlist. But the really amazing thing about it is that
you get to constantly add new songs to the list. That a song can come on the radio and make
you cry, laugh, remember, forget…The lyrics to a song can make you appreciate
an ordinary moment like driving home from lunch; the melody can make you forget
you’re in a crowded room. Sometimes you
might swear a song was written about someone you know; sometimes you might
swear it was written about your life. But
mostly a great song can just make you appreciate a moment, and then remember
that moment every time you hear the first few chords for the rest of your life.
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