Excuse me, I'm having a moment. A moment where I'm so far lost in the memory that I forget where I am or what I'm doing. This song just came on channel 36 (the dance station I've been hooked on to absorb some good Friday vibes) The song is called It's a Fine Day. ATB and Miss Jane have done covers of it, although the version I'm familiar with is by ATB, which oddly enough would have been my initials had I married my college sweetheart. I have not heard this song probably in a solid 3 or 4 years and hearing it just does something weird to my body. Part of me wants to turn it off right away and forget it exists, but the bigger part of me (the romantic) wants to turn it up to eleven and bust out in a mini dance party right here in my office. Hey, it wouldn't be the first time.
Suddenly I am 19 years old again and I am in a small cinder block college apartment sitting on a leopard print ottoman bought at Walmart for $19.99. The TV stand is adorned with absolute bottles filled with highlighter fluid and a black light that makes them glow. I am so in love and filled with the kind of passion you naively think will last forever. It is dark except for the black light and he is the acting DJ wearing a red Ecko sweatshirt and baggy UFO pants. He puts on a CD called Mousey's Mix and this particular song is on it. Because he is a DJ, he will only let the first 45 seconds of the song play before changing it to the next track. I always hated that.
I think it is utterly amazing how music can affect us, transport us, transform even. They say that smell is the strongest sense tied to emotion. I beg to differ. I think it's hearing.
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