Last I found myself driving home from my parent's all by myself. I had driven the Cherokee since the car seats in there are easier to remove than from the Jetta. The kiddos would be staying a couple of nights so their carseats needed to be installed in Babu's car. It was originally planned as a family outing...then Sean ended up stuck close to home all day on call due to stupid people playing with explosives. So, I made the most of it and enjoyed my rare hour alone.
Radio doesn't always come in out on country roads so I pulled one of the CDs out from the visor and, with a quick glace to see what it was, I put it in the player. A burned CD simply labeled "Country". In our house that could mean anything from Hank Williams Senior to Patsy Cline to Johnny Cash to George Jones, Willy Nelson, Sugarland or Miranda Lambert. Our musical tastes know few boundaries.
I knew the song from the first bars...and then the opening vocals were enough to make me roll over like a dachshund...
Jon Bon Jovi could sing the phone book to me and I'd melt into a puddle. A lot of times cross genre music couplings fall flat and come off like a cheap pr trick. However, Bon Jovi and Willie Nelson? Genius. They didn't do so bad with Sugarland either. Then again, see my remark about the phone book.
I was a Willie Nelson fan before it was the cool thing to be. My music collection in boarding school was a thing of mockery...Willie, Johnny Cash, Kenny Rogers, Led Zeppelin, Bon Jovi, Poison, Motley Crue, Billy Joel and the Eagles. I didn't care. I also had posters of motorcycles up on the wall while others had cute little "hang in there" kittens dangling from branches. I was mocked for a lot of things in school...but at least I had great music to console myself with.
"Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground" will be song/played at my funeral (if there is one). Ironic, isn't it? Growing up I never gave my wedding any thought, but I have funeral plans all written down. Not too ironic, I suppose...I've always been more Tim Burton than Garry Marshall.