Compare music to drinks. Some is like a strong brandy. Some is like a fine wine. The music you’re playing sounds like Diet Coke.
Maybe it’s the new hours I’m keeping for work. Up too late, then up WAY too early.
Maybe it’s that.
Or maybe it’s my diet. I drink coffee and smoke cigarettes for breakfast, snack on ice cream at work, and then eat whatever I can find – rapidly – when I get home.
Yeah, maybe it’s that.
Or maybe it’s just the strange way my mind works. Jumping from this thought to that thought with nary a comprehensible segue to be found. Incongruous droplets upon a haphazard and turbulent sea.
It must be that.
For over the course of the past week, on three very different mornings, I’ve woken up with these three songs in my head:
“The Curly Shuffle” by Jump ‘N The Saddle Band
“To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before” by Julio Iglesias & Willie Nelson
“Bullet Train” by The Swirling Eddies
The first two? I can’t explain those at all. No crazy dreams prefaced their arrival. Nothing of lost loves or slapstick comedy. I did write a post recently about humor and romance for another blog, so maybe there’s that. But beyond that tenuous connection, I can’t ascertain any stronger or more relevant catalyst.
But that last song? It’s a bit of a classic for me, a song I’ve loved – and yet haven’t heard – for years.
I remedied that quickly.
Terry Scott Taylor and his many side projects, like Lost Dogs and The Swirling Eddies, created some of the most memorable and unclassifiable music of my youth. And short is the list of guitarists who turn my crank more efficiently or with greater swagger than Michael Roe. His band, the 77’s, were the soundtrack of my Christian life for years, mostly because no one who took church seriously listened to them. And there are few sacred experiences that top hearing him do his thing . . .
Now that’s a song worth waking up to!
What is the strangest/most inspirational song you’ve ever woken up singing . . .