I was in the mood for a chicken sandwich. So I loaded my 3-month-old daughter in the truck and drove to Chick-Fil-A.
Along the way I fired up my iPod on the stereo. Feeling a little nostalgic, I played a few melancholy pop songs from when I was first started college, which was 15 years ago. I won’t mention the titles nor the bands/singers of the tunes because they are admittedly embarrassing. They are songs which no self-respecting Rage Against the Machine fan will confess to listening. I will say some of the songs were from Better than Ezra.
As one of the songs played, I heard my daughter in the back seat murmuring and trying to “sing.” Beyond poignant. I melted.
Honestly, I didn’t quite know what to make of it. I associate those songs with my early days of college, which was probably one of the loneliest times of my life. I didn’t have much time for the ladies or a social life as I worked and went to classes.
This makes me a sap but the songs provided me a little comfort in my drab life.
Then, I hear my daughter singing jabbering along with “Desperately Wanting” and the music suddenly took on a different feeling. When I first heard the song as an intensely self-reflective 18-year-old, I never imagined I would listen to it with a young daughter.
It wasn’t as if the lyrics suddenly took on a different meaning. I think it was just melding the two very different eras of my life, like a collision of memories.
I’m not entirely sure what to make of it. I’m betting my association with the music has changed dramatically. No doubt I will one day hear the music again and will remember that day with my daughter, driving to get a chicken sandwich.