Music meant so much to me as a teenager, I would find myself in situations right out of the songs...like when I was 15 and was hanging out by "the drive-in and that's when I met [a girl]. Standing on [her] momma's porch [she] told me she would wait forever. Oh, and when I held her hand, I knew that it would last forever..." And that summer did seem to last forever. (But I wouldn't say "those were the best days of my life.")
Later, when I went to my first non-school sanctioned dance, I met up with her again (we hadn't seen each other in a couple years) and we danced to Every Rose Has it's Thorn by Poison. While dancing, we were singing along and this one part of the song made me look squarely at her and sing "I hear you found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you...To hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife...I guess every rose has it's thorn..." All the while I was singing this, she was emphatically shaking her head. But it was over for us. It was time to move on. "Every night has it's dawn. Every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has it's thorn."
There have been many other circumstances, but these were two right off the top of my head. I thank my Mom for this ability since she was the one who raised me on radio...8-tracks...LPs, 45s, cassettes and CDs (she's since moved in to MP3s too!). Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I'm really grateful for my love of music.
Thank you for driving with me down memory lane. (And don't worry Princess...you're still "every woman in the world to me", "you're the inspiration" for "always and forever.") [Thank you, Air Supply, Chicago and Shania Twain for popping into mind "just when I needed you most."]
