Killing Me Softly With His Song-The Fugees
When's the best time to listen to the radio? I will give you a very specific, irrefutable answer--it is when the party has ended, but the energy is still electric and you are packed into a car with a bunch of similar good timing Charlies. Whenever I hear Hey Jude by The Beatles, a part of me is sitting in the back of my sister Jackie's van, riding back to her home from a cousin's wedding, with the seats filled with siblings, in-laws and nieces/nephews with the "na na na na na na's" shouted by all in unison.
Another such memory is recalled with this song, and I'm in a car with my buddies from Lake City, Paul and Erik and the former Kristin Zimmerman and I believe one or two others (I wasn't driving--beers were consumed that night--that I remember this much 26 years later is a small triumph), headed back to Lake City from a summer street dance about twenty miles down the highway. It's from that period when we had all graduated from college, started dipping our toes into the adult world yet still single (Kristin was soon to be betrothed). A bit of change in our pockets and no toddlers awaking us at the crack of dawn, in other words. To be in that moment on a Friday or Saturday night, when the right song hits the airwaves, it's magical.
One time, one time. Two times, two times.
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