It’s funny how a handful of songs transports me to shaky moments in my life. I noticed that in yesterday’s post. Today sadly, there’s really no rhyme, reason, or connection no matter how much red wine I drink, or how many times I listen to today’s play list. I’ve been sick with a pretty gnarly head cold for the past week. I think I have logged an average of 11 hours of sleep per night, and nearly an entire bottle of NyQuil consumed. My mind seems to be in a perpetual fog.
I’ve driven to work the past few days still in a morning haze despite the disappearance of rain and the welcome sight of bright sun and puffy white clouds. I am perhaps disappointed to note that my usual morning radio, the trusty KFOG has let me down slightly this week, lacking in good morning grooves, and instead has been heavy handed with conversation. Maybe it’s the groggy feeling I have right now trying to stay awake for the Daily Show, or maybe it’s the sinus infection, but god, I love the artists in today’s lineup. They seem to calm me. Or maybe excite me enough to calm me. Like a kid with ADD when you give him a few sodas. Adverse affect.
Does everyone receive an adrenaline rush when they hear Freddie Mercury sing, or just me? It always stops me dead in my tracks, regardless of the song, the time, the place. I’m floored for a few seconds, then burst out into song, busting a move regardless of where I am when I hear those pipes. Continue reading