Do you remember the first song that gave you goosebumps?
What song makes you cry EVERY TIME YOU HEAR IT?
What song was playing the first time you held hands with a boy? (This was the “couples skate” song at the local skating rink and since they only ever used one song for that, it happened to be playing for the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th time I ever held hands with a boy.)
What was playing on the stereo when you had your first car accident?
How about the first “our song” you ever had with someone?
What song escorted you to the altar on your wedding day?
How about a song that makes you miss your parents?
Do you know the first song you ever put on a mix tape? I do.
Yeah. It’s not the greatest song in the world. But as an 11 year old with a tape player, a good as-long-as-I-don’t-move-the-antenna signal to a rock station and a blank cassette, it was EPIC. (I’m pretty sure that song was followed by a Garth Brooks number, but we’ll just let that one slide).
I bring all of this up and break the blogging mold of what I normally write about because my friend Becca recently reminded me about how much I love to share music.
It started out with mix tapes with songs recorded off the radio, then in the early 2000’s it was burned CDs decorated with Sharpies and stickers. Now, it’s digital playlists (and still sometimes a CD whenever the need calls for it).
I share music because it connects us; it’s a universal language that everyone speaks. I share music because I want someone to feel the same way I feel when I hear a song that makes me pause and think. I share music because it reminds me of important times in my life that I never want to forget.
In April, I’ll have a new little person in my life to share music with. In fact, I’ve already made him a playlist or two…
And I hope he remembers the first song that ever gave him goosebumps. Because I’ll ALWAYS remember the first song I heard when I found out he was joining our family.
Oh and hey Becca. I made this for you: