Despite what it may have seemed to you over the past entire existence of this site, I do have a genuine interest in writing large amounts for you to read. Pages and pages of interesting content, both for me to write and you to read. I’ve thought about this quite a lot, and most of the solid ideas I’ve had have been written in full and published. Those are scattered pieces though, and indeed, quite scattered as it’s turned out.
So here I sat tonight, listening to a song and there it was. That sudden idea out of nowhere and it plows into you with more force than all the others. Smashing through, the realization that I have a story for every one of my cd’s set in. Those stories are often pages long and begin with the opening of my musical life and culminating in the footsteps I took to whatever store it was. At the song level though, they’re short and sweet.
And so to you I give 30 days, 30 songs and 30 stories. We begin now:
Yesterday, in a conversation with a friend of mine in Florence for the semester, she said, “The kind when you’re driving in your car on Stadium and think, ‘god damn I’m happy to be alive today,’ and stick your left arm out the window and crank up your music a little bit louder.” She was referring to something else, but the sentiment is the same and those of you from Ann Arbor can stop reading now because you already know this beyond words.
This is May, 2002. This is driving to track practice with well-tied shoes and running shorts on, with the window down and the music up and with very late nights behind me and that weekend just before me. This is dorks with a drum machine and a dork with dad’s Jetta. There wasn’t a whole lot in that time I wasn’t doing and there was even less I didn’t think I could do. This is that surging invincibility that only comes with a sunny almost summer day, a packed week and an accelerator.
Download Best Looking Boys off the iTMS.
As I tend to do from time to time I’m commenting not on your post but on your links. Deal.
The Life-Altering Experiences thing is pretty intense… and really started me thinking about what it is that defines a person.
I mean, you hear all the time that you are the sum of your experiences, or maybe you are some Gestalt that is the sum of your experiences plus a little extra spice. This seems to be a generally accepted idea of what “you” are.
Some of the people commenting on Ask MeFi seem like they could define their entire being, or at least a very significant part of it, based solely on a single event that happened very early in life.
Does this blow apart all theories of child rearing and development? Should we not be continually trying to help our children towards a certain direction if there could be a single event that will change all of it anyways?
great idea, a song-story-per-day. suggestion:please include a link to the artist’s website or place to hear/purchase them as your stories spark our interest.
thanks.
Note to self: look into what it takes to become an iTunes Music Store affiliate.
“…those of you from Ann Arbor can stop reading now because you already know this beyond words.”
Oh, yes, indeed. Your memory has made me suddenly homesick. I remember those few, special May days of Junior Year with a strange nostalgia.
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