I have come to never underestimate the power of a song. There is the power to move you. The ability to add meaning to life. Putting a smile on your face because no matter how ugly life is at that exact moment, things got a little better because you hear something that just feels good. However, have you noticed its ability to underscore life as it passes you by?
Allowing the car to warm up before driving home this evening, Pizzicato Five was on the radio with their version of “Silent Night.” I have loved them for many years now, but sadly own none of their music. Two people from Japan who make absolutely incredible, funky, lounge type music that is just sugar to my brain. Keep in mind that most, if not all, of their lyrics are in japanese, this song being no exception. The funk I have grown to know and adore was missing, but I could tell pretty clearly that it was them.
I’m sitting there, waiting for the engine to prepare for the ride home when I see a couple walk in front of me carrying garbage sacks, one stopping to crawl slightly under a nearby truck to kick a bottle out to add to their collection. We all looked at each other from the moment we spotted one another, but I am not too sure as for what reason. Eventually they drifted out of sight, the song ended, and I made my way home.