I flew to Baltimore today to meet up with Amy and the Christmas tour gang. This is the first time in over a year that I've boarded a flight without Braden in tow. As much as I missed his sweet company and his wide-eyed fascination with all things airplanes and pilots, the solo flight allowed me the time to blow the dust off my Ipod and listen to music for 2 glorious and uninterrupted hours. And while listening to song selections from a very random sampling of artists (Gavin Rossdale, Alanis Morissette, Amos Lee, Bebo Norman, Barbra Streisand, Charles Brown, Carrie Underwood, David Gray, Emerson Hart, Everlast, Aaron Shust, Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz, The Killers, Wilco, Madonna, Marc Broussard, Mercy Me, Mindy Smith…etc. etc), I was reminded of the POWER of music to move a soul, bring an eye to tears, rekindle a buried memory as if it were brand new, and to give every emotion a unique soundtrack. As a busy single, working mom, I don't make enough time to listen to music in spite of the fact that I work in the music business. I am such a fan of a well crafted song and today reminded me that I need to make more time to enjoy what I have loved since I was a little girl and got my first record player and Donny Osmond album. I know those of you who care enough to show up and read this blog were brought here by your love of Amy's music and my hope for all of us is that we continue to let music wash over our souls and put a kick in our steps no matter how old or busy we may be.
By the way, I feel sorry for the guy who sat next to me on the plane as I think there were a few times I pulled a "Julia Roberts" in "Pretty Woman" and actually sang out loud while lost in song with headphones on….