Songs of Home
While I was waiting and waiting and waiting in the doctor’s office today (Holland’s 4 month check-up; all systems go), I killed some time browsing through my Google Reader. I stumbled upon a story about a guy who wrote a little piece about the songs that remind him of his home. And I thought,
What a fun idea.
I think this exercise says a lot about where we grew up and how we grew up. So I’m gonna share my songs. And you share yours. At least a couple. Either in a blog post, or in the comments, but I think this will be fun.
Here are a few of mine:
1. I listened to a GREAT DEAL of Caedmon’s Call in high school. I would’ve drank their bath water. So they’re on here a few times actually. In fact, the whole 40 Acres album probably deserves to be on this list, but it’s not a list of albums, it’s a list of songs. The title song to 40 Acres is the perfect song to play on the last stretch of road to my grandparent’s ranch. And also, Back Where I Began off that same album reminds me of sitting outside FBC Canyon during the summer, waiting for our parents to pick us up after Wednesday night Priority. Good times.
2. George Strait’s The Fireman was my little brother’s favorite song, bar none. He would sing it all the time and knew every word. My mother even misplaced him in Michael’s one day and tracked him down by following the sound of him singing The Fireman. Ironically, the Fireman is not about an actual firefighter, but a guy who runs around town making out with hot women.
3. TLC’s Waterfalls. I distinctly remember this being the last dance at the 8th grade Valentine’s Dance. I had a boyfriend at this dance, and his little brother was born that night. In case you were wondering, sadly, this is what I looked like in the 8th grade:
I know. Could I be more lovely? Truly, no.
Ok. I’ve shared some of my home songs. Your turn. Don’t let me down.
