Blast to the Past

Music can be a very powerful influence on a person. Teachers use music all the time to help their students memorize random facts of life. I know that every time I sing the hymn, "When We All Get to Heaven," I think of my Grandma Willa. And when I hear, "Up From the Grave," I think of my Grandpa Wayne and how he loved to draw out the phrasing. Powerful emotions get attached to music. Music can change the world.

Today, Daria and I had a Mom-and-Daria day. The boys were off to a play date, so we had some quality time together. Since the roads were icy, and Tim took our one semi-decent "weather" vehicle to work with him, Daria and I walked to Joe's Sporting Goods to do a little shopping. I decided to treat us to McDonald's for lunch, too. As we were sitting there eating, a song came on that flashed me back about 2(ahem)7 years.

Scare me.

As we were listening to that song, I was right back in the dentist office of Dr. Coppess in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. I could see just about every detail of the waiting room. In that moment, I could have laid out his whole office and picked the fabric swatches. I probably even remember the magazine selection on the coffee tables as well. It was so eery. Funny thing is, though, that every time I hear this song, I am taken back to his office. Not sure why that song sends me back there. I wonder if I have some sort of horrible, subconscious memory of an incident that occurred while that song was playing. Or maybe that song was playing every time I was in his office. He probably had a canned, easy-listening track that played on a repetitive cycle. I don't know..it is just plain weird.

I was so amused by this music-memory phenomenon, that I tried to chant the key phrasing so that I would remember it, so that I could blog about it. It was such a hilarious moment for me. But you know, when I finally got home and had some time to blog, I could not recall the song to save my life. Ugh. That is so frustrating.

Just a few minutes ago, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I found myself singing this little ditty to myself. After singing that phrase about half a dozen times, it dawned on me that it was that song that I was singing. So, quick....here I am...sharing this profound (ha!) moment of my day.

So, for your listening pleasure tonight, here is the song that blasted me to the past today: You'll Never Find by Lou Rawls.