The Songs of My Life

The songs of my life...

Encapsulated in the my time capsule buried in my heart is music.  Each song telling a story of a time and a place and usually a face.  The way "Lady in Red" takes me back to a sorority formal with my date who would become my wife.  Or "Can't Touch This" moves to back to a junior high dance with my moves that totally lacked any kind of rhythm.  Music marks moments.  It's MotownPhilly and Detroit Rock City.  It's Two Pina Coladas  and Margaritaville.  The smell of teen spirit is shared with all my friends in low places...music tells our stories.

I have often found it amusing and amazing how a three and half minutes can last so long in our lives.  It's comes in the burned image of the first slow dance.  It is the long highway of Bon Jovi's Lost Highway.  Somehow the melody creates a memory.  I was Livin' on a Prayer on my BMX bike through the neighborhood.  It was the Eye of the Tiger marking my underdog story of life.  I can't explain the process but somehow our heart connects to pulsing melodic tones captured by our ears.  The perfect blend of beat, melody and lyrics is like a branding iron on our soul so that every time that song plays we are instantly transported to a place in our past.

We ride the roller coaster of emotions of the music...the laughter and joy of girls just wanting to have fun to the tears of my heart going on.  It is the toe tapping fact that I wanna dance with somebody to the heart stopping tear jerking break up song.  It is the moment our song plays when there is no longer an "our" to have a song.  The music doesn't know you are heart broken, but it plays on like the first cut was the deepest and the realization that I can't make you love me and love don't live here anymore.

We are the champions, we are the champions...takes you back to that moment in a high school gym.  It is the way louie, louie was played by the pep band that launches a rocket man into a trip down memory lane.  And yesterday was just a game we played...and one of your friends says there goes my life.  Crate paper filled the  a darkened gym where you built up the courage to save the last dance for her.  It is the smell of the lake air where you realized it's so hard to say goodbye and knew it was the end of the road.

Although your glory days are gone, the music lives on...in the songs of my life!