So I'm shopping for food at CostCo and I notice that they've got an Eagles concert playing as a demo on a flat screen television. As I've been a casual Eagles fan for a while, I stopped to watch. It blew my mind.
The Eagles are OLD. You're thinking, "Duh!", I know. But I'm not saying that they're old for rockers, or for pop artists, or whatever you'd call'em...I mean they're old like Andy Griffith old...they're old like George Burns old.
It's a shock. It highlights the harsh reality that I'm no spring chicken myself, and I'm just going to get older. It beats the only other realistic alternative, that's for sure, but it's still a shock.
So then I come home and start ripping CDs. I've been doing this for days, getting all of my CDs ripped so that I can make random mixes of mp3s for use in the car, sort of like my own radio station. Anyway, I'm ripping Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath...and then I come upon a Madonna disc that I bought for just one song: Live to Tell.
Live to Tell was a Madonna hit in the mid-to-late eighties when I was in my late teens and early 20s. I've always liked the song. Anyway, while ripping that CD I take a moment to play the song. Instantly, I'm in nostalgiaville. Oh how I'd love to go back to that point in my life and live it again. Here's a kicker, though: I wasn't all that happy back then. In fact, I'd say that I was pretty miserable. Nevertheless, there's something magic about that time of my life and there's no way to get it back. Life just goes away.
Posted by Jeff at August 8, 2005 02:06 PMGood post. Better than your attempts at political commentary. ;-)
You're spot on about a song taking one back to a point in time - a place, a person. And it doesn't necessarily have to be the kind of music we love and listen to on a daily basis.
Posted by: kenny at August 10, 2005 06:26 AM. Original Copyright, May 2004. All Rights Reserved.
