Peter Cetera
I listen to Pandora at work almost all day. I've found that if I am picking what I'm listening to than I focus less on work and think too much about the music, but if I let Pandora make my choices than it fades into the background. My Pandora is mostly a mix of Dave Matthews, folksy worship, people that sound like Marvin Gaye, and 80's soft rock classics. I know, I know. I'm the coolest person you know.
This didn't just happen. I have had the same "station" for 3 years now. I am the kind of person that will thumbs up and thumbs down so that the algorithm can match my taste exactly. I think I have arrived. I seldom have to select anything. It just knows how I'm feeling and what I need to hear.
You know what I need to hear? I need to hear Peter Cetera. I can't get enough of him.
Obviously this has bothered me for over a year now. If you were addicted to the music of Peter Cetera wouldn't you be a little bothered as well. I contemplated why I care so much about his music. Why is that when his voice comes across my Pandora feed I have to stop and just listen to the song? I figured it out this week.
It reminds me of riding with my dad in his Caprice Classic home from the driving range in Rapid City, SD when I was in early elementary school. He would turn on his light rock station and I would fall asleep in the passenger seat of the car. I would try so hard to stay awake, but I just couldn't do it.
I didn't realize it at the time, but my life was perfect back then. I had no worries. The world was huge and full of possibility. I believed I could do anything and I never heard negative voices. Maybe I did, but I didn't listen to them.
Peter Cetera's voice takes me back to that front seat next to my dad living in peace. I love that memory. I hope that I'm making those for my kids. I wonder what weird music they will relate to me...
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