THE INCIDENTAL SOUNDTRACK TO YOUR LIFE
lately i’ve been listening to some pretty fey music. i’d be hard-pressed to tell you exactly what, though if you asked, i might. it’s all stuff that i would never have normally taken any notice of, but usually caught while waiting in line at the supermarket or staring out the window as a passenger in somebody else’s car. stuff that gets played in the inbetween moments. maybe it was used as a jingle for a commercial, or part of the soundtrack to a particularly moving, if not genius film. sometimes it was the rhythms blaring out of somebody else’s beat-box as they danced over the sounds of rattling subway cars. always though, somebody else’s music, someone else’s taste. but it stuck with me and made a deep enough impression that playing back those forgotten yet familiar tracks still have the power to transport me elsewhere. and so i’m listening these days to quiet moments before the lights changed at an intersection, the leftover high of having my emotions so easily manipulated by half-competent narratives, and to all the times i found myself waiting and passing through on to something else.