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Those records you never get rid of

December 20, 2014

For me, music has always been a living thing. It has it’s own pulse, it breaths, and there’s an energy to it. You can’t touch it, but you can feel it. It has a presence. It can be as comforting as a hug from your favorite person and as ominous as a stranger in the room, just outside of your peripheral. And you can’t see it … unless you close your eyes … or at least that’s how it is for me.

We all resonate with different songs and albums. Some more than others and some not so much. But when you find one that REALLY hits home, you know it. It becomes a part of you … for the rest of your life.

Take a record that you’ve been in love with since … let’s say 1997. You know every subtlety, every nuance, every key change and stop … hell, you even know every damn time the guitar play turns a knob on one of his pedals. You’ve listened to that record “EXPONENTIALLY more times” than other records (not my words). And you begin to think that there’s no way in the known universe that you could enjoy this record any more than you already do. Well, life is a motherfucker my friend, and fate is a cruel bitch, so don’t tempt either of them.

So, after you’ve puffed your chest out and declared your absolute, supreme knowledge, understanding & love of all things having to do with said record, the universe moves the cosmic waterways around and sends someone downstream toward you who is equally affectionate in regard to said record. (and you occasionally borrow words from them.)

You get to fall in love with that album all over again, through someone else’s ears. Watching and listening to them talk about it with the same fire and passion in their eyes that you know all too well. And if, my friends, you ever find yourself in a similar conversation and the person across the table from you happens to be a talented musician as well … I’ll just say, you are in for one of the biggest treats of your life.

I guess fate isn’t exactly cruel in this instance, but not tempting her is still a good policy.

Go grab your favorite record and listen to when you finish reading this. We should all do that more often.

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