Nonsense, Inanity & The Cyclical Nature of Non-Connected Things
I have more music than I can successfully catalog/recognize/remember. Actually I have more going on in my poor brain than I can hope to keep track of, but music especially can be problematic. I tend to amass large quantities of new songs and then keep them in a “pending” folder in iTunes until I decide if they’re going to make it into the permanent collection or not. Sometimes something will hang out for 6-8 months before I hear it a few times and start to realize that I like it. I’ve also got a currently-listening list called _car, that I listen to (you guessed it!) in the car. When I hear a song on general iTunes rotation that suits my mood-of-the-moment I add it to _car so that I can listen to it more often. But in general I am confused and non-remembery about the music I’ve been listening too lately unless I’ve absolutely fallen in love with the band/artist. (Yes, I am talking you, Weepies.)
When MyTodd™ and I were at El Scorcho in Maplewood last week, the saddest/most haunting song came on. I knew it, knew I owned it, couldn’t remember who sang it or the title. I mentioned it to MyTodd™ but he couldn’t name it. It itched in my brain all week long but I couldn’t remember the lyrics to look it up even, just the tune. Made me sad because I wanted to hear it again but knew it would take months for it to come up by chance in my collection.
Friday we were out at the bar and there was some sad-but-good music on. It made me melancholy. Matt said it was My Morning Jacket. Jessica and I were talking about them, and I knew I had some of their stuff but couldn’t really remember what I liked of theirs. Made a mental note to listen to them more.
Saturday morning I was at the computer and remembered to pull them up and give a more intent listen. The first song to come on was “Wordless Chorus” which I saw was in my _car rotation as something I wanted to listen to more. I played it.
It was the El Scorcho song from the previous week.
Unconnected but connected coincidence, important to no one but me. When things like that happen it makes me feel like my life is accidentally going right in some way I can’t see.
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