Sound of Music

At 4AM Saturday morning I was leaving with a loaded car ready to cruise home after a very long week at work. The time of day was a bonus because any avid NPR listener knows this is BBC News hour as they start their day a lot earlier than we do.

This morning the lovely BBC announcer was interviewing an American who plans to spend a billion dollars to mine water from a crater on the moon and sell it back to us. Yeah, okay. Now I’m wondering why he doesn’t spend that money here on the water on his own planet. I’m intrigued.  The interview starts out pretty good, but then the guy starts getting obnoxious. I could hear the exasperation in the interviewer’s voice as she desperately tried to regain control of her show. The guy droned on and on, blabbity, blahbity, blah, blah and then he started interviewing himself! “Why? You might ask.” he says. I could hear the interviewer making starts with small sounds trying to even get a word in and I could tell she was much too polite to just start loud-talking this asshole.

Listening became less about the topic for me and more about how rude this guy was being. Every time she made it back onto the air to even make a comment she would rush to speak her piece only to be cut off prematurely so this guy could talk some more.

Now I’m pointing at the radio and I’m yelling at the guy “HEY! let her say something!” His idea is stupid anyways. Finally he pauses for a breath and she moves in for the kill. “So”, she says, “a lot of people have died on your previous expeditions. I believe you’ve recovered over seven dead bodies from your explorer parties in the past.” Hahahahahaha! Yeah! Asshole! No one is going to travel with you now butthead!

At last she’s able to close the interview and give station identification. I can hear and feel the relief in her voice. I too am glad it’s over.

Now what?

I’m exhausted. The interview has worn me out.

The sky is black.

I check my GPS to see how much longer I have to drive. Oh gee, only 5 and a half hours to go.

I’m yawning.

My eyes are watering.

I have a book loaded in my CD changer in the trunk, but I swear, if someone reads to me right now I’m going to fall asleep.

I hit the Scan on my FM dial and look for something else to listen to. An oldies rock station pops up. My favorite! They play stuff like CCR, Thin Lizzy and really old (and real) Chicago. As my poor husband will tell you, these are the songs I *think* I know all of the words to and I sing along…LOUDLY….

*We get it on most every night

when that moon is big and bright

its a su-pe-rnat-u-ral delight

everybodys dancing in the moonlight

everybody here is out of sight

they dont bark and they dont bite

they keep things loose they keep it tight

everybodys dancing in the moonlight

dancing in the moonlight

everybodys feeling warm and bright

its such a fine and natural sight

everybodys dancing in the moonlight*

My heads bobbing, my shoulders are rolling, my left foots tappin’ and I’m wide awake now. I’m dancing in the moonlight.

The sky has changed from black to gray.

Just as I’m rolling up that ramp to I-95 every hair stands up on my head and gooseflesh covers my arms. I grab my air microphone and prepare to sing along with my favorite Beatles tune. I decide in that moment of time that I have mad, mad, mad love for this DJ. The sky continues to brighten over the great state of North Carolina and I become her only mobile rockstar with the sun as my very own spotlight.

I raise my air mike and I sing.

*Here comes the sun, do do do do

Here comes the sun, and I say

It’s alright

Little darling

It’s been a long, cold, lonely winter

Little darling

It feels like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It’s alright*

I send a quiet word of gratitude for every music maker out there.

I won’t pretend to know how you do what you do. I am just grateful you’re a part of my hemisphere. You have mapped my life. You have made me cry. You have brought me to my knees and you have made my heart burst with joy. You have given me words to live by, to love by and you have read my mind. If there is ever a second in your musical life that you doubt who you are, please know that YOU inspire and you make the world a better place.

Thank you for sharing the highway with me and my little green Bug today and everyday on my road of life.

I dedicate this Post to YOU.

*cause they said it really loud, They said it on the air, On the radio, whoa oh oh oh, On the radio, whoa oh oh oh, On the radio, whoa oh oh oh, On the radio-adio-adio-adio*

About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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