The other evening, I was lying in bed watching television. It must have been around 9pm or so and as I watched a tired Nick at Night rerun, I suddenly heard a familiar reverberating bass line dancing between the chord progression of I, IV and V.
I muted the sound and listened closely. A smile crept to my lips as I listened to a garage band honing their craft. The crash of cymbals and the plinking of keyboards provided a throbbing accompaniment behind a tentative yet wailing lead guitar pulling simplified riffs of Carlos Santana. It brought it all back to me. While neighbors were making a beeline to the nearest phone to complain to the cops, I was in my bedroom thinking about when I was a young teenager.
Something special is happening right next door. In fact, someone may write about it in the future.
More Musings Later~