I’m really not sure why, but I am still amazed at the power of music. In my 30 some years, music has been the main constant. Almost any memory I have has a bit of a soundtrack associated with it, whether it’s just one song, a whole album, an artist’s entire catalog, or a commercial jingle. I think I will always be in awe of how just hearing the beginning notes of some songs can instantly change my mood for the better or worse. Today, I started listening to the album Don’t Tell a Soul by The Replacements and I could smell the interior of my old 1979 Ford Granada, I could remember the anxiety of not having my homework done, and the pain of getting shot down for a date. Listening to Sugar’s Copper Blue last week brought me back to summer nights riding around in my 1986 Escort with my best friend. I could feel the warm breeze, and smell the remnants of a rain storm, as well as feel the heartache of a fight with my high school girlfriend. Hearing an old Pink Floyd or Zeppelin song puts me back in the passenger seat of my dad’s lime green Mustang and him saying “Josh, close your eyes, feel the music, and we’ll be where we are going before you know it.” The opening notes of In the Mood by Glenn Miller will always take me back to a time of my Grandma bopping around the kitchen humming along and my usually reserved Grandpa swooping in from the other room to take her in his arms for an impromptu dance. Then there is the music that often holds no good memories, but can still grab me by the throat and almost take my breath away. Songs that remind me of lost love, friendships, and innocence. I think I could go on for days writing about all of the music that has power over me. I often wonder if all humans have this type of connection to music or not. I really feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t.