Today’s grocery trip required two stops; we get most of our stuff at Aldi to save money, but a few things need to come from Fresh Thyme, which is just down the street from our local Aldi.
Sitting in the left turn lane as I left Aldi, far too late to get anywhere else, I realized that I needed to turn right, and the left turn was going to force me on to the highway and into a four mile detour.
Resigned to my fate, my Spotify playlist’s coffee for this moment sleepy filter into my consciousness:
“You Can Go Your Own Way” by Fleetwood Mac.
Anyone else have any strangely appropriate musical moments?
When mrs. dirtball and I were ready to take our newborn youngest home from the hospital, I started the car, the radio came on, and the public radio station was playing Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World.”
In 2011, I was caught up in a very large layoff at the ad agency where I worked (we had lost our biggest client, and cut a ton of jobs as a result). The night before the actual day of the layoff, my boss told me that agency management was still finalizing the list of who was going to be let go, but that it was likely that I’d be on the list.
I came into the office that morning, turned on my computer, and turned on the radio at my desk, which was usually tuned to a classic-rock station. A few minutes after 9 a.m., as Peter Gabriel’s “Solsbury Hill” played, an HR person came to my office door, and said, “We need to see you” – at that moment, the song lyric was, “You can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home.”
After a brief meeting with my boss, and the HR person, to go over terms of the layoff and severance, I was escorted out of the office; the HR person said, “we’ll pack up the contents of your office, and have them shipped to you.”
Back in the 1980s my mother was dying of cancer in the hospital One evening I drove home from a visit the song One More Night by Phil Collins was playing.
I’m pretty sure I’ve posted this before: the first time I took a stack of client checks to the bank for my new job (c. 2017), the bank’s sound system was playing Steve Miller’s “Take the Money and Run”.
Oh that is really a meaningful story. I’ll bet a lot of people have had something like that. If I could have my parents back I’d give everything I have, just let me have my pets and whatever I was wearing. And if God was willing to make that bargain I’d give the clothes up too.
I had an old Beagle. Betsy the obese.
She was obviously dying. Took her to the vet.
He came out and said: “I’m sorry Ms. Beck but Betsy had succumbed…Platitude, Platitude, etc…” That’s all I heard.
The muzak in the office was playing some country song and the lyric was “I’ll find another girl…”
Sappy, sweet love song, I assume. Don’t even know the song.
Kinda made me hysterically say, " I’ll never find another Betsy". Tears and sobbing, whole 9 yards.
My daughter scooted me outta there.
My son was back there. (He was carrying her). I would’ve been and was going, I got stopped by a vet tech about something. She died pretty quickly after we got in.
I waited too long to take her. She was very old with a bad heart. She perked up for a couple days. It often happens, I hear.
I was hoping it was a good sign.
Alas, she had other plans.
I really want to believe that we get to know beloved pets again after we are passed. So far there are five cats and two dogs waiting, and I have a seventeen year old cat and a twelve year old dog now.
As a Christian, and Assistant (to the) Minister, I’d just like to say “Fuck, yes!”
A loving god wants maximum pets with us for all eternity.
And, to be honest, wouldn’t you choose them over some of the people in your life?
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Back on topic, David Crosby’s first album was on in my first car as I slid into the back of another car in a storm: And it’s hard enough to gain… Any Traction In The Rain…
A few years back I sold our family van. We’d had it for about 20 years, and it was starting to develop some mechanical issues, but I was still said to see it go, as we’d had a lot of adventures in it. Anyway, the last song I heard on the radio while driving it to the buyer’s house to hand it over was Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.”
I was driving home after visiting a severely disabled relative in a group home. I slipped in a CD and turned it up, and it was Lady Gaga: ‘Born This Way’. He had indeed been born that way. And not in a good way.
Shortly after my mom died, the first morning I was back at my own home and in my own bed, I woke up to a song on the radio that I had never heard or even heard of. It was Call and Answer by Barenaked Ladies. The chorus:
And if you call, I will answer And if you fall, I’ll pick you up And if you court this disaster, I’ll point you home
I’ve never heard it on the radio since. Also, I thought it was Depeche Mode.
