When I meet someone new and get to talking music, they’ll often ask what I like and when I ask them the same, if they say they like everything it usually means they don’t. Spend some time with my friends Anthony and Loren if you think you like everything, and we’ll fix that.
I believe that at any moment during the day there is a perfect song, and that song can be measured on a scale of one to 100.
I’ve had a few 100’s I’ll share and ask as you read this, if you’ll do the same with me.
In 1984 I was in my parents’ house with a girl, my first foray into the carnal, and Neil Young’s “Helpless” came on, my first time. Strange and mysterious, like sex. I took a picture of it in my mind and said Remember this.
In 1998 we drove across Morocco, entering through Ceuta and passing through Casablanca, en route to Marrakech. It’s odd to be in foreign countries and hear American music, and often I wish I wouldn’t, but on this day we pulled over to check the map and as we did, a cover of the 1978 song “I Will Survive” came on the car radio, by the band Cake. We had the windows open and there was a warm, sandy breeze coming through and I said Turn it up.
On that same trip we drove the Spanish coast in the middle of the night and stopped for gas. Below in the dark, waves crashing, high above the sea. The others were asleep while I pumped gas and it seemed there was no one else anywhere, just me and Creedence Clearwater Revival, “Suzy Q” on the gas station speakers. And I realized then how psychedelic they were, it carried me away. I got my micro cassette recorder out and taped it, the waves and guitar twisting in the wind.
Nowadays, the iPod shuffle is a kind of horoscope to predict your life and fortune, except unlike horoscopes, it’s happening right now.
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