If my life was a musical I would remember so much more


I usually write about meaningful things that I have thought long and hard about. However today is different. Today I am going to share a tidbit of insight about Carrie. I do not remember things well. I have to strain to remember most details, unless your talking about the last time I saw my dad or the day my dad died or the day of his funeral. I can relive terrible tragic moments with an insane amount of clarity that is usually reserved for savants.

Roberta Flack sang set the night to music which isn’t a great song. In all honesty I hate it – but guess what – I remember all the words. So I was thinking that if my life were set to music I could remember all the details that I’ve forgotten. I’ve devised a game with my sister. It’s very similar to The Hunger Games real or not real game. Ok, it is that game. Yesterday I call her up…

Jen: Hello blah blah blah how can I help you? (That’s what I hear when she answers the phone because I don’t pay attention to where she works which may be the reason we had to create this game.)

Me: When we were at Lincoln park years ago were we being chased by someone who we thought was going to murder us? Real or not real?

Jen: Yes. And she goes on in great detail about this incident that I can only vaguely remember.

Me: Thanks

Jen now has started calling me Peeta, awesome.

Now if I could have gone back in time and set music to that day I would have a clear picture instead of the random clips that seem very foggy. If there was a song attached to that day it would have been something scary like Lullaby by The Cure. Crazy enough that song comes with great memories even though its creeptastic. Since there was no music  for that last memory we shall skip to a day with a soundtrack…

“Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you

But I’ve got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too

Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I’m showing you the door

‘Cause I gotta have faith…”

Oh I remember this day vividly and it’s all because it was set to music. I guess if I think about it there was ALWAYS music going in our house or car as a kid. Thanks to my mom and dad we are music addicts which is probably why I need music to remember my life but I digress…The “Faith” day mom was driving Jen, Brian and I to the mall. We were driving the back way to the mall where you pass the Moto Mart and then turn on Barks road. I’ve got a great story involving The Police, Barks road, a train, and a near death experience but thats another blog. We had turned on Barks road and us kids were belting this song out and mom says “That’s great that he is singing about Faith” and then she must have heard what he was having faith about and she nearly spit her Vernor’s ginger ale  all over the car! “You will not listen to that song anymore, do you hear me!” I was 10 when that album came out and I had no clue what I was singing and no one ever told me. I eventually figured out why he was having faith.

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