Music = home.

Prague offers lots of personal time. I appreciate this. Specifically it offers a lot of time in transit– walking, on the tram, on the metro, on the bus. Which means there’s lots of time for the iPod, if you’re into that sort of thing. And I am.

I have been amazed how life-giving it is to listen to music going from point A to point B. More than having it on in the background– I mean having the earphones in, not doing anything else but walking, listening hard, hearing things you never heard before. I get so lost in it I’m sure I look like an idiot.

I wondered why this was such a big deal, why it lifts my mood so much. Then it occurred to me: Music is home.

Home’s a complicated word for us right now. A heavy word, even. But when His Band And The Street Choir comes on, I’m home: on the back porch at Cross Creek in Athens. When I hear Live at the Georgia Theatre, I’m driving back home to Charlotte after seeing that show with Taylor. When Ray LaMontagne sings “Let It Be Me,” I’m holding Foard, at 2 weeks old, in the middle of the night at our house in Plaza Midwood. And of course there’s the Black Crowes and the Wood Brothers.  Friends old and new.

Is this an escape? Sure. It’s not our real home– but then neither is Prague, or Charlotte, or Athens. And this pilgrim is thankful for whatever I can get.

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Comments

  1. I was really surprised at how much I missed (and then bought) all of the cross-creek era music after I left Athens. Well said, man. I wasn’t a music lover before going to Athens but soon found it to be an integral part of existence. “Home” to me is more of a term that refers to childhood, somehow, and the first songs I think of when i think of my childhood home are “On the Road Again” by Willie and then “Baby’s Got Her Bluejeans On.” Is that wrong? I’m pretty sure it’s wrong. :)

  2. Amen, brother … amen.

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  1. […] I have an interesting-but-not-all-that-useful superpower: The ability to remember with surprising specificity where I was the last time I heard a song. (This relates to my recent post Music = Home.) […]

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