Listen, do you want to know a secret..

Perhaps it’s not just me? Perhaps you, too, have found that some songs can evoke a memory so solidly, you almost remember what you were wearing when you heard them.

Nowadays, there seem no songs that I feel linked to any particular misery of my life, but there are many that, with the first few bars, lighten my heart.  They usually have an American Bandstand-like rating from me (“It’s got a good beat and it’s easy to dance to!”), or it’s something one HAS to sing along to..

Beatles (the original mop-top genre)
Brown-eyed Girl
Lido Shuffle
25 or 6 to 4
Sultans of Swing
That’s the Way I Like It
Baby, I Love Your Way
That’s the Way of the World
You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy
…and zillions more
Hence, I should build up a playlist and upload it to something I can listen to through work ear-buds. Will I do so? Did you? It’s an awful admission, but the greatest quiet I can cobble together permeates my day and evening instead. All the rest of daily life has become too noisy, perhaps.

Spoons are not slipped quietly into dishwater, but tossed from a distance to clatter in the aluminum sink next to it; bottles are not delivered to a recycling bin, they are tossed from a distance (to sometimes shatter against others there). Yelling sneezes are not forewarned, forced belches interrupt a sentence, and then there are the kid-noises… and traffic by land, air and rail.  I’ve been known to consistently bark a “Shut up!” at bluejays after a certain amount of time has passed. They don’t — one has to throw a pillow at them.

I love to be surprised by a radio treat while driving or riding.  Or, I dole out decent music to myself. Something to treasure in those 2.5 to 3 minutes. Smiling. Sometimes remembering, sometimes dreaming, sometimes dancing.


Oh, go ahead.. no one’s watching.. I DARE you!