Music is everything…it is how I was raised. Sometimes a song can take you right back to a
special place that is pure happiness.
For me, one of those places is sitting in the back seat of my Grandpa’s silver
Mark V…turbine wheels…smooth maroon leather seats…playing with my beloved “ducky”
(who was kept in that particular car for me) while he played groovy tunes for
me. It was the best. I always knew how to groove. Head swaying to music is a sign of a good
soul…and you are born with it. I miss
him every single day…his hugs…his stories…his belief that I should be a big
boss someday and write novels too. I
remember always playing music for him… “Grandpa…what do you think of this?” He was the coolest and I think the only music
he didn’t like was the Trance stuff that “sounded like I was building something
in my room”. The music was never too
loud. He got it. He played the saxophone…he was full of
soul. He always slipped me money for
music and understood the urgency of needing to get to Sam Goody or Tower
Records.
One of the greatest feelings is when you find new music that speaks to
you. I was driving around this morning…summertime
vibes…windows down…and something new came through the airwaves. It made me wish that I could share it with
Grandpa. Sitting together…with a quadrophonic
sound system surrounding us. Grooving. Chatting. I could catch him up on all of the things. In this moment as the music wraps around and
holds me…I know he is here with me…and he thinks everything is copacetic.
