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. 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 reveals something sweet, every time they surprise you or you surprise them. 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. It’s not about a song in particular, except for the times when it is and you listen to it obsessively, hm. It’s about the mood you’re in when a song, wizardly, somewhere, begins and the song just clicks in. Paying attention to the mood you’re in when the song begins is key and so is the song, obviously. From a to the, in a flash of a second. The song is special to you and the moment is perfect. The song clicks in.

Just as an idea does. 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 loved it, I love it, now what?! Some sort of something. That feels like a hug. A cover of Fleetwood Mac’s Songbird. It’s when it is about a song, in particular, and you listen to it obsessively. Word with o, haha, omen. Oh, man!

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

A friend came over, the Christmas tree is here, and I’m going to the nextdoor neighbour. More friends are coming and we’re celebrating. I know I am. This random, wink, wink, thing didn’t end with Fantasy but for everything, after all. A visionary, of course, and I didn’t even know the lyrics by heart. It was the emotion that set a tone and it has been about the emotion all along. A tone, the tone. On the cusp of it.

Jees, what is this? Yes. It started with Crazy For You. The moment this song entered my life, a daydream must’ve entered my life, along with it. About a particular emotion. 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 a cover of this song – Groove Armada’s – I’d enjoyed a lot, at times, too. I, still, enjoy it, whenever La la la la la la la la la reaches my ears. Of course I do, I listened to it obsessively. I, still, do, whenever it surprises me. Like it does now, for instance. When the atmosphere matches the emotion or the emotion matches the atmosphere, man… Oh, man! I vividly remember the moment I suggested the cover to a DJ, in a parking lot, not in a club, not in a club parking lot, but in a McDonald’s parking lot, when a couple of friends and I were playing music from our cars and dancing to it. Vividly. Vibrantly. Vitality.

I’ve been listening to Barry White, and Marvin Gaye, and Aretha, and Donny Hathaway, and The Supremes, a lot, lately, so maybe that’s why. In the evenings. In the bathtub. You name it. It’s always about the why. Now, it’s in the mornings, too. Funny, funny.

Why all this? Because it feels good. Ginger ale. What? Follow your gut.