There’s this adult alternative music channel on our cable network. They play artists like Kt Tunstall, Ray LaMontagne, Corrinne Bailey Rae, Sufjan Stevens, The Colour, Regina Spektor… you get the idea. In addition to the contemporary pieces, they play a lot of music from the nineties and eighties.
While I was typing madly away to make up for not making my goal yesterday (My shoulder tanked and froze up my right arm–I was stuck to a heating pad for hours.) Brian Ferry’s Slave to Love came on.
Of course, I stopped. Man, it’s amazing what memories a song can bring to mind. I sat there, feeling both happy and poignantly sad. So much time has passed and I’m nothing like the young girl I was when I loved this song in the eighties.
But I had this instant recollection of riding in the middle seat of my boyfriend’s vehicle at night, his arm around my shoulders and Brian Ferry loud on the radio. I remembered the cool, evening breeze coming in from the open windows and the passing lights that reflected off his smile before he dropped a kiss on my cheek. For just that instant, I was pulled back into the emotion of that moment when we had our whole future ahead of us and not a care in the world–outside of how very much in love we were.
We’re still together–still love each other, but our lives are so different now. I can’t remember the last time we went for a ride at night and listened to music. Just because.