Its kind of bizzare
Today I'm 45. Wow.

No big pearls of wisdom or anything like that. That would take too much thought, and it is another normal day, have to get ready for work, go to work, etc.

But one thing I've been thinking of writting lately... for whatever reason. The effect of music. How it can transport you back to a place and time. When I got born again (accepted Jesus as my Lord and became a Christian), I stopped listening to secular music. Not right away, but after a time. Some of the stuff I had been listening to was not real great, and I was also joining a worship team, and I had to kind of get my mind off some stuff. So for about 7 years all I listened to was Christian music. Then a few years ago I started listening to secular music once in a while. Mostly classic rock. The stuff I listened to growing up. As a side note, I can't believe the garbage that comes out of DJs mouths these days... but I try to avoid listening and change stations when I know they are going to talk. Anyway, this isn't so much about any of that... but about how muisc can transport you.

I thought about starting another blog, just about certain songs and where they take me. Maybe I will, but for now I'll just put something here.

Two songs that really transport me, for whatever reason.

The most recent is Let it Rain, which is not a classic rock song, but is a worship song.

Open the floodgates of heaven.
Let it rain, let it rain.

That's it. The entire song. But it is a song we did a lot in Costa Rica. When Michael is singing that song, and Nicole starts echoing him, in her passionate way, it takes me right back to Costa Rica. Standing in the sound booth at the Oasis. Looking over the balcony at the team and a crowd of 2000 people with their hands raised. All worshipping God. And just feeling His presence so strong. And being amazed at the passion and power of her worship as He sings through her... and through the entire team as they join together and just worship Him. It was an awesome time.

And then for something totally different... The Boys Are Back In Town, by Thin Lizzy. I hadn't heard that song much for a long time. This year it started getting a lot of air time on several of the classic rock stations. We used to play this in the band, back when I was a teen. We eventually broke up and went back to leading "normal" lives - which mainly consisted of going back to school. After school I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, and so spent one summer in Haver MT. We lived in Big Timber MT (pop: 2500, south-central MT), and Haver was a "city" up north, near Canada. We had some friends up there, a divorced mom with 6 daughters, a hugh house, and an unfinished basement. Some of the guys used to go up there and just hang out in the basement. Looking for odd jobs and just generally hanging out. This was the summer of 1977. Several of the guys had been up to Haver a few times, and on their latest trip I went with them.

So... The Boys Are Back In Town.

Haver MT. Warm summer evening. 17 to 19 year olds. No where to go, nothing to do. Just hanging out. Strutting down the street, walking all abreast. Probably Marv, Mel, Steve and me. Maybe Terry. Ear rings (crosses, daggers, skulls, porcupine quill). Necklaces (eagles, arrow heads, etc.), shirts (flannel or polyester) open 1/2 way down. Hash jeans - whatever was the latest - large star, hash, butterfly. Mostly likely platform shoes. There we are, strutting down the street, first night back in Haver, walking down town to see what we can find. Singing The Boys Are Back In Town.

Its weird. I've talked to Marv twice since I left MT 19 years ago. (I'm not great about keeping in touch). But I can hear that song on the radio... and feel the same way I did then. It all comes back. And in my mind I can look over, and see Marv. That look on his face, not a care in the world. Just out looking to conquer it. Whatever it happened to be.

Its just weird how music and take you back to a time and place. Sometimes far in the past, sometimes just around the corner.