My life allows me to listen to a lot of music. At work I have the luxury of being able to control what music is played in my space. My phone is on blue tooth to my speaker and it is on shuffle. From the moment I walk out to the vehicle at 0500 to when I walk back in the door of my single accom at the camp at 1900hrs my music is playing. An eclectic mix from instrumental movie sound tracks, to 70’s, 80’s, Australian bands, pop, electronica, Coastal Chill and country music. A shuffle that embraces and touches almost all genres with the exception of heavy metal. Interspersed amongst the tunes are sound bites from favoured movies and inspirational passages from leaders and free thinkers. It all swirls about and through my day.
When I am home from work my days have music playing and I will often pull up songs and just belt them out in the kitchen. I am lucky my neighbours work during the day giving me the freedom to only assault the ears of random strangers walking their dogs past the front of my house. There are times though that I find the songs actually change my train of thought. Where I was considering my shopping list or evening engagement I was now standing eyes closed remembering a cold crisp evening in Ohio from a song where the lyrics literally told the story of a 3 day spontaneous interlude that no one could have known about – but someone wrote the song – or feeling an insane need to drain my bank account to get to New York because a song described 55th and 3rd and I just NEED to be on that corner right now.
The words of a song can bring tears to my eyes – let out the butterflies in my stomach – make me grin like a prankster. A song will bring back the smells, the sounds, the actual feel of a moment long passed in time. It can floor me, raise me up or just whisper in my ear. It has the power to influence a decision and even create a new vision or opportunity.
In LA I stood in a record store (do we still call them record stores now? Or is it a CD store?) and sang a song to the man behind the counter, because I knew the song – I just didn’t know who sang it or what it was called. I needed to buy it. That song was the soundtrack to my visit to San Antonio. I finished the chorus and just stopped and looked at him expectantly. I remember him leaning on his elbows with a smile on his face before telling me that it was Lonestar and the song was called Amazing. I bought the CD and as I turned to leave to head to the airport to check in for my flight home he touched my arm and said I had just given him a new song. Never saw that man before – and I will never see him again. But we shared a moment – and we share a song. He got it. Without having to discuss it he just understood that you can have a soundtrack to a day. Hell you can have several soundtracks to a day!
For the last few months it has been Kenny Chesney providing my soundtrack. His songs telling me where I need to be putting my feet to keep moving forward. In a rough time last year I made a huge leap and took off to Texas for a few weeks. The trip was a little weird to be honest – but with my frame of mind at the time it was to be expected – but while I was in Dallas Fort Worth a chance conversation told me Kenny was playing right there the next night. I had to go. I had to be there at the opening concert of his summer tour. Well it took some doing and it took some serious cash – but I got to go to a concert and watch that man own his fans. Watched that artist preach his words and pour out his soul to a stadium of people. I stood in an elevator heading down to the arena floor and in walked the one person I had flown to Texas to see but couldn’t – right there in the elevator at the concert I didn’t know was on til the night prior – that I couldn’t get a ticket to until 5 mins before we walked in the door. That if the nice man called Greg in the box office at the stadium didn’t upgrade the tickets I had originally tried to buy I wouldn’t have been on the arena floor – and therefore in that elevator. It was my own validation that I was on my path. That things were going to be fine. In a stadium of 50000 people – in a State of millions – we were in the elevator at the same time. I was exactly where I needed to be and learning the lessons I needed to learn.
I am now planning my next trip to the States. Back to Texas of course with a little sidetrip to Superbowl LII in Minneapolis. Texas – my second home – the place I would move too if I needed to leave Australia. Road tripping with one of my close girlfriends who is in need of her own validation and adventure. A lady who needs the salvation of a few weeks in a State that doesn’t judge you. Lets you be anonymous if you wish and just live and feel. Our tunes will be pumping from sun up to sun down – and there will be a new soundtrack every day. Kenny will be with me – but hopefully for the both of us the vibe will be moving more to Dierks Bentley. A little more adventurous and spontaneous. As Granger Smith sings – íf the boot fits… who’s up for a road trip?