It’s Funny How

December 11, 2022

Some songs become part of your life and make up the soundtrack, updating indefinitely, of your life, updating indefinitely, too. They’ve been following you around from the moment they’d entered your life. Finely, in the form of the trace a magic wand draws in the air. You sense a specific, sparkling, hm, words that start with s, sexy joy that takes you to a special place only you two know about, every time they surprise you or you surprise them, and reveal something sweet. Wink.

They are, definitely, not random or they are when we agree on the fact that random stands for reminder. Words with r. Romantic. Right. You don’t listen to one song constantly, aside from the times when you do, constantly and obsessively, hm, but when you pay attention to the mood you’re in when the song, wizardly, somewhere, begins, the song just clicks in. It’s perfect. 

Just as when you know an idea is. Perfect. Powerful. Playful. A couple of Mariah’s songs in, Whitney, and boom, Madonna’s Crazy For You.

So. This is it. Mwa!

Just kidding and figuring out, not figuring out, but catching up with the butterflies in my stomach. It’s the moment when an entire book is in your heart and all you have to do is lay it out. Luckily, I did that, I love it, now what? Then, it was about some sort of something. Now, it’s a hug. It’s Harry’s cover of Fleetwood Mac. Songbird. It’s when constantly and obsessively feel good. Word with c, connection. Word with o, haha, omen. Oh, man!

Thank you, Harry.

Always Be My Baby begins after Mariah Carey, two days ago, on Stephen Colbert. Yum and yes! Word with y, forever young. Rewind, of course. Again. Just out of curiosity, I peek to see what’s next. I’m sure about what it is, I just want to see if YouTube knows, too. Without You, a couple of times in a row. Hello.

Then, a friend came over. Now, the Christmas tree is here and I’m going to a friend next door. More friends are coming and we’re celebrating. I know I am. It didn’t end, then, with Fantasy but for everything, after all. Quite a visionary and I didn’t even know the lyrics by heart, it was the emotion that set a tone. See? On the cusp of it.

Jees, what is this? Yes, it started with Crazy For You. I believe that, from the moment this song entered my life, I must’ve been daydreaming about this feeling. The song has, always, had its own kind of spin. This time, it’s all brand new. Just as the song says, see what I mean?

I don’t think I’ve ever listened to it on YouTube, but here we go.

Word with t, trust.

There’s another version of this song, Groove Armada’s, I’d enjoyed a lot, at times, too. I, still, do whenever I hear its La la la la la la la la la. When the atmosphere matches the feeling, the joy is just as the song is. But when the feeling matches the atmosphere, man… I vividly remember the moment I suggested it to a dj, many years ago, not in a club, but in a McDonald’s parking lot, when a couple of friends and I were playing music coming from a car and, subtly, dancing to it. Vivid. Vibrant. Vital.

Funny enough, I’ve been listening to Barry White and Marvin Gaye and Aretha and Donny Hathaway and The Supremes a lot, lately. In the evenings. And in the bathtub. So. Yes. It’s not about the how, it’s about the why. Now, it’s in the mornings, too. Funny, funny.

Why all this? Because it feels good. Word with g, ginger ale.

What? Follow your gut.

Hey, this is Cristina Pavelescu wearing a music cassette sweater, decoding (life) style and writing from wherever, yet always living in OZ, a world I invite you into. To smile in front of our screens (and live one day), put any kind of questions, answer in writing (or imagination) and marvel at fashion which is, in fact, style.


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