Sometimes in my life a song has blindsided like a clear door to an unsuspecting face, or a forgotten chair as you back up. It usually occurs in my car. I tire of my current playlist or pursuit of the mythical “just right” tune, when, bam it hits me. It’s usually an instrumental or has a heavy dose of a string quartet amidst the electronic reverberations of guitars, drums and keyboards. But it’s amazing how a song can reach up and grab you unexpectedly. If you had listened to it a day or even an hour earlier you might not have noticed it. But here you are. A suddenly onslaught of joy, remorse, the need to dance or the need to sing, you are completely removed from where you were. In my humble opinion this is the residence of the divine.
That and a really good pizza.