A while ago, Lara wrote a great post on crying when she hears/sings music, and in her comments I taunted her mercilessly about how silly she is.
Flash forward to today. I’m in my car. I recently bought an MP3 player (well, Santa bought Drew one and found such a great deal, and shipping was kind of a lot in comparisson, he threw one in for me too… that Santa’s a dream), and Phantom of the Opera came up — tears started stinging my eyes. I LOVED that musical in high school. I played it endlessly, I saw it twice with my high school orchestra, one of those times was the first/only time I visited the Bay Area before we moved here. Needless to say, I was a big fan of it. I just thought back to all the good times I have surrounding it. Then, came on a flute concerto I played many times back in high school. Again, more stinging. I wouldn’t call it a free flow of fluids, but just some stinging. I’m not much of a crier.
Isn’t it amazing how songs take you back? I guess I hadn’t noticed it until I got the MP3 player loaded. I put ALL my old CD’s on it, and I love having them pop up and take me back to a time I loved them, or the movie I saw and what time period I was in at that time. Lady in Red, Fields of Gold, Broken Stairway (which was my “song” when my “missionary” went into the MTC -blech!) — they’re all there.
Be it an old boyfriend, an old apartment, a time when we were just young and free — any of those. What great memories music holds in our hearts. I’m so glad I got my Fuze cheap on woot. I mean, Santa got my fuze for me.
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