A favorite song just Shuffled up on the ol' iPod: Bob Seger's "Like A Rock."
This, like some of his other classics (e.g., "Night Moves," "Main Street,", etc.) is almost a short story set to music. I've always been partial to the ones where he gets introspective at the end, like "Night Moves" and this one.
And, "Like A Rock" has one of the best, wrenching guitar solos - ever. I used to have that solo playing in the background of my message on my clunky old "answering machine" (dating myself, here...which, I guess, is the whole point of this random post).
Anywaaay...It hits me today that when the singer - reflecting back at thirty-eight to his eighteen year-old self - says "Twenty years now...where'd they go?", I'm damn near close to having to substitute Forty for Twenty!
When the hell did that happen?!
Thank God I still mostly feel eighteen.
Oh, and those facial, physical and emotional lines and crinkles? Those are just life's markings that give me a comfortable, well-worn character. Like fine distressed leather.
