It's me, pretending to be me.

Giddy up

"The Soundtrack of Your Life" 

I decided to get pseudoserious and I used one of those playlist analyzer things to see what songs I actually listened to the most last year. Now I am all excited. This one? No, that one. No….this one? Ohhhh yeah, that one.

You know when you discover a song and something about it touches something about you in a way that demands you repeat it an unnerving number of times, without tiring? It doesn’t even matter why. But I suppose I could try to articulate it.

It took me a full dozen years to hear this song, but when I bring it up it isn’t like people know it well enough to be shocked. But I am sure that is due to the caliber of the people I surround myself with.

It puts me in a place of nighttime campfires in an old western. Like a by-the-book standard western. Perhaps there is someone lying on the other side of the fire, feet crossed, cowboy hat tipped over his face as he sleeps. That kind of western. Some parts of it feel like saloon music from that same movie.

Then he starts singing. The voice combined with that lazy feeling of dusty noon showdowns just soothes my soul in a way that is hard to describe. It isn’t that I love cowboys, though I do. It isn’t because I love the Old West, though I do. It certainly isn’t that I love country music, because I do not. But it is more that pieces of my soul that are so innate to my own being that were I to be reincarnated a thousand times, they would be there every single time - those pieces see something recognizable in the feeling of that time. The aura of the era.