Tiny Dancer finding me is better than me finding Tiny Dancer.
That’s why radio…or the idea of radio will never die.
I don’t always want to pick out my music. I don’t always want to know what track is coming next.
I even remember making mix tapes for the cassette player in my 92’ LeBaron. I would make a tape with all these songs that I loved, but the best listens through the tape were the first handful…when I’d forgotten which song came next. So when it came on it was “Ahhh, yes, this feels good”.
When a song finds us we feel taken care of.
It’s someone or something else taking care of us rather than us taking care of us.
Hold me closer…
p.s. And specifically pertaining to the song Tiny Dancer: If you know THAT scene in Almost Famous, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.
(In case you’ve forgotten: Penny Lane)
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