Commuting

I was thinking about music today. Well, I'm always thinking about it, but today especially.

I was in my Fusion on the commute home, with my band Cd on level 5 as usual, and thought, this is awesome. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, listening to the exact song I want on (that particular moment was "Just a Girl" but it varies every few minutes, and fortunately, so does the song that's playing). It's a minor miracle that there can be so many songs about the same things, the same themes over and over, the same lines told time and time over, and still they never get old because you can tell it in a different way.

Some day when I'm retired and have nothing better to do than putter around in a sparsely populated house, I'll sit and count all the possible combinations you can make with the notes on a keyboard, and when I'm done with that (if I haven't keeled over by then) I'll figure out how many words you can make with 26 letters and how many ways you can put the two together. I'm pretty sure if there is an answer, it would equal a strange formula involving Pi, infinity and the Bermuda triangle. And yet we keep trying to make the best of the best, that single winning combination that makes us sit up straight and our fingers tighten on the steering wheel and say, "Oh my GOD this song is awesome."

Until I find it, until I write it, I'll stick with my commute home.