Day 3
TODAY'S SONG:
“If”
by The Flaming Lips
Here's
the danger of this project: My computer has a bunch of songs that I
have never listened to before and, therefore, don't really have any
memories attached to them. “If” is a good example of that.
Since moving back to Buffalo 3+ years ago, I've checked out a lot of
music from the library. Many of these songs sit on my hard-drive,
waiting for a fair chance, while I ignore them entirely. But hey, I
suppose there must be a memory in there somewhere.
I
remember at least a few times placing this CD into the player of our
car. It just never snatched my attention like Yoshimi
Battles the Pink Robots did
several years ago. This song, “If”, actually has a pretty nice
melody if you listen to it over and over again like I am right now.
But Yoshimi was filled
with catchy melodies, despite the fact that one of them is obviously
taken directly from Cat Stevens. I seem to remember playing this in
the car while my wife Kayleigh and I were driving to Lake Placid for
a holiday. We probably got through five or six songs before we
switched it out. So let's switch gears and remember something:
 |
| Wife. And dog. |
Most
of the time, the trip to Lake Placid starts early in the morning when
the Sun is in our direct vision as we head north east up the state.
It's fun to notice how the flatlands of Buffalo slowly begin to rise
into hills and, over the course of six hours, eventually turn into
the Adirondack mountains. Almost immediately, the dog in the
backseat tries to get into the front to sit on Kayleigh's lap. We
push her back, and she gives us a hurt look, like she's saying, “I
belong up there, please stop messing around.”
Eventually she gives
up, and she may or may not puke in the backseat before we make it to
Starbucks for the first cup of coffee. We take turns picking music
or podcasts, play a car game or two. And I'll usually ask, “Subway
or Taco Bell?” around an hour before we get to Watertown, and
Kayleigh always says, “Nope.” The last stretch of Route 3 is
always hard, even if it is beautiful. It just always seems like
you're close, then you see a sign that says, “Tupper Lake – 100
miles.” So we stop at Stewart's, take Addie for a walk, hope she
won't puke for the rest of the trip. When we do get to Tupper Lake,
we remember the time we saw the middle-aged lady on a motorcycle
whose breast was hanging out of her shirt. And we go through Saranac
Lake, past the apartment building where we used to live, and shortly
thereafter, we are home.
And here's my song:
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