Tuesday, March 26, 2013
You don’t know the movie it’s from. You don’t know who the actors are who are singing this song, but you do know the singer. Sometimes you felt this kind of voice should be made illegal, like a drug is in some places (where you are making a living now, for instance). But you love the song, the voice and the possible meaning, which your partner at work and a good friend, an artist on his off time, explains, because it’s a language he was born in. A kite is involved and a sweetheart, somewhere in the song. Seamlessly, many months later, as a segue from a familiar past, you meet him at a café for lunch and you remember this song when he comes in bearing a gift for your birthday, which is in the same month as yours is. It all makes sense.