Okay, so this has nothing to do with living in Southern California...but lately, everytime I hear a good song, I get a little choked up. Especially, when I hear one of three performers/bands: Coldplay, The Killers or Garth Brooks (yes, I like Garth Brooks).
It doesn't really matter which song it is, if it's from one of those three--I just get a little weepy. Not in a bad way; but in a happy-to-be-alive kind of way. It's amazing what a good song can do to any given moment in your life. Whatever the event, whatever the situation, the memory will always and forever be associated with that very song, lyric, chord or tune. Etched into your character forever. It's kind of cool, really.
Visions from your past can reappear, smells, tastes--things you completely forgot about are suddenly brought back to life. Good and bad memories; sometimes it doesn't even matter which. It's just comforting to know that recollection is still alive somewhere among the cobwebs.
For me, reviving those memories, whether they are: good, bad, regretful, embarrassing, fun or happy always make me feel a sense of gratitude. Grateful for the experiences I have had; good and bad. Thankful for the people that have come and gone in my life; positive and negative. Pleased with the choices I have made. And...relieved to know there are many more momentous songs to come.
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