Anna and I have a song. She was a co-worker for two years and a friend for life. Whenever we were in the office or a vehicle together, the song was played and we would sing. That should read: We would SING! Our song is “Closer to Fine” by the Indigo Girls. There’s an instrumental interlude after the second verse, and we’d whistle along with that, too.
Yesterday I played the song as I drove to work. Anna and I live a few states apart now, but I sang with so much heart, my guess is Anna might have found herself humming the tune wherever she was and wondering why it came to mind.
I think everyone should have a song. Whether you’re musical or not, regardless of if you can even carry a tune, I think there’s something so very good about having a song to sing with gusto whenever it’s played.
My husband’s song just might be something by George Thorogood or Disturbed. He’d be the first to tell you he doesn’t sing, but these songs with driving bass and powerful lyrics capture his attention whenever they come on the radio, and they also capture the strength of the spirit he puts into the world most days.
What’s your song? And what story does it help you tell about life?
“Closer to Fine” not only has a message to which I can relate, but when I sing it–alone or with Anna–there’s also this feeling I have of expressing something that just needs to be expressed. The song’s message must have airtime. It demands to be heard.
I think songs can help us tell parts of our stories that maybe we could never have put into words like gifted songwriters can do.
I’m trying to tell you something about my life…
One day I was visiting Anna. We hadn’t seen each other for a long time, and she had fixed me a nice supper and poured each of us a glass of wine. We were enjoying this meal on Anna’s deck while music was playing in the background. Out of the blue, the familiar guitar intro to our song was playing, so of course we put down our forks and knives and SANG.
Afterwards, Anna took a drink of wine, and almost immediately her eyes got wide. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and there on the end was a fly that had taken an unfortunate dip in Anna’s wine during our performance.
The best thing you’ve ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously…
What if each of us would share our favorite song with people we love or with folks we want to get to know? Better yet, what if each of us would ask someone we love or someone we want to get to know, “What’s your favorite song?” Then sit back, listen, and share the stories. For added fun, maybe sing a few bars…or the entire piece. Getting to know a bit more about each other doesn’t have to be harder than this.
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.