I talk a ton about putting my music on shuffle and seeing what happens. I talk a lot about how much I love it when a song I know comes on that happens to fit my mood, or the art I’m looking at, or what I’m writing, perfectly. I talk a lot about how much I like listening to music I’ve never heard before.
I’m not sure I’ve ever said that my favorite music tends to be music I feel like I’ve known my entire life. That has been true with Paul Simon, Vampire Weekend, Joni Mitchell, and so many others. The artists feel like old friends; their familiarity puts me at ease.
Songs that I feel like I’ve known my whole life let me relax into them, but they make me uncomfortable. They may not directly apply to my life, but it often seems like they know so much about me or the time they find me.
“Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright” is the example of the moment. Waylon Jennings’ version came on shuffle about 20 or so minutes ago, and I’ve had various versions of the song on repeat ever since.
It isn’t that the song is profound, really. It’s pretty simple, a little humorous, a little sad, a little hopeful, but not really profound. Rather, I feel profound in it. It’s a song I could sing and feel like I was meant to sing it, whether it applies to my life or my relationship with anyone. I could feel like I was meant to hear it. I could feel like I was meant to be in it.
Odd. One cannot be “in” a song.
Don’t think twice.