Driving along the river, as I do so often, I decided I needed some tunes. The radio, which I refuse to pay for, was no help.
Pop open the glove compartment, with eyes still on the road, and pull a random CD out. Without looking, slide it into the player.
There are so few surprises in life that I do this frequently.
A country song that began a break-up, recommended prior to that by the person who tried to break me, came through the speakers. I listened, I sang in my best country warble and twang.
It’s just a song now, you know.
I click random as I don’t remember the songs on this more than 12-year-old homemade disc. I’m eager to keep the surprises coming. Songs that remain favorites — The Killers, ABBA, and more — play to my delight.
Then this tune quietly begins.
It’s not a surprise it’s on this disc with the country song — it was my mental note to self that this is what I should have done to the heartbreaker when I had the chance (a mistake I wouldn’t ever make again).
Another mistake I hope I don’t make: forgetting a song I loved until finding it on a homemade disc from a million lifetimes ago. I’m sorry, Norah, for forgetting you, how much I liked you and this song. You’re on repeat now, for a while anyway. Hope that helps.
Back in the day, it was a song about what I wish I had done, the counterpart to the song about how it all fell apart. Now, it’s just a beautiful chill tune with a sad story, perfect for the unofficial beginning of summer’s first Sunday morning.
I could say I don’t know why but I totally do. See, on the third (or thirteenth?) listen, I decide this is the perfect song, too, because it includes beach imagery along with tears. To me, that is summer: I love the beach, but the throngs of humanity everywhere (especially the beach) plus hellish heat and humidity make me want to cry (but I don’t for fear of becoming dehydrated).
What is Sunday Song? Well, I’m a musical gal, from taking piano and drum lessons as a kid to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is for me what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why. Read my previous Sunday Song posts.