Music…

Don’t Stop Believin’

Escape

Journey
and Words

Just a small-town girl
Livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on, and on, and on

Lyric excerpts from AZLyrics.


On Florida afternoon a group of us sit at the local Burger King.  It sits barely a mile from my house, but I rarely go there.  On this particular day a friend drives us there; he too is Chinese.  Most days we eat our typical Chinese fare, which nearly always includes rice.  We celebrate anything that deviates from that norm, even if it’s standard fast food.  First, we order our food and patiently wait.  We eventually settle into a sculpted booth that overlooks the surrounding windows.  We watch the traffic as it zooms past State Road 7 as we talk about something that I can’t hope to remember.

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Music…

Life is Beautiful

The Heroin Diaries Soundtrack

Sixx:A.M.
and Words

You can’t quit until you try
You can’t live until you die
You can’t learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie

Can’t breathe until you choke
Gotta laugh when you’re the joke
There’s nothing like a funeral
To make you feel alive

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


Raised on the radio, the early 80’s was a mosaic of music that hold fragments of memories from a partially misspent youth.  While we may select one radio station that fell under the category ‘popular’, ‘jazz’, or ‘classic rock’, that’s the extent of choices you had.  Radios had a handful of presets in which may select, though you were still a captive audience to what they played.  There were cassette tapes, of course, but even they were limited.  In a package the size of a small phone, you may store up to 90 minutes of music; if you wanted more options, you’d need to tote more these compact reels of magnetic tape that stored your music.  Many had bins of these in our cars or backpacks in order to have more options.

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