When doves cry
I was on a church retreat this weekend and they did this mixer. You fill out a questionairre and then people try to guess who it is. Questions like “what’s the biggest misconception about you?” or “what is the wildest/craziest thing you’ve ever done?”. Stuff like that. My wildest thing was getting high and riding space mountain. True story. But that’s all the detail I’m going to disclose. This is a family website afterall.
Today I had the dubious pleasure of driving to Olympia for a meeting. On the ride down, apparently in the afterglow of my spiritual weekend, I listened to worship music on my ipod. No joke. I can’t even remember the last time I listened to Christian music, let alone worship music. Oh yeah, it was in church on Sunday. But seriously, outside of church, it just doesn’t happen. After the meeting, on the drive back to Seattle, I came to my senses. Scrolling through my album list I landed on the perfect ‘drive 75 miles in the blastin’ heat and heinous traffic’ music. Purple Rain. This early-80’s Prince movie soundtrack is one of my favorite albums of all time. I remember seeing the movie like it was yesterday. It was on a date with this guy named Brett Harriman. I think we told my parents that we were going to see ‘The Natural’. I was 14. Sorry mom, but I guess it’s time I fessed up to that one. I remember two distinct things about that experience. 1) how embarassed I was to be watching that movie with a cute 17-year old boy and 2) how much I loved it. I used to play the record at top volume (yes, I had it on vinyl) when my parents weren’t home. The thought that they would actually hear me listening to a song like ‘Darling Nikki’ made me cringe. But it was worth it. I think it was the first album I bought that didn’t have my parent’s approval. I had lots of music but it was all stuff I could listen to in front of them. The Go-Gos. Men at Work. Michael Jackson. Purple Rain was my first rebellion. A minor one. But first, nonetheless. And you never forget your first.
Monday, May 19, 2008