Eltee’s Journal 1.25.08
Today’s journal topic was: Tell me about the song at the top of your MOST FREQUENTLY PLAYED song list on your Ipod or MP3 player. What is the song, who is it by, and why is it important. Here’s what I wrote:
The song on the top of my current play list is I’m with the Band by Little Big Town. I’ve been a fan of country music for years, and right now country music is a LOT like the music I listened to when I was a senior in high school. I’m so involved with this song because the harmonies of this band are amazing. Four-part harmony is really hard to do well, and Little Big Town has mastered it. It reminds me a lot of the sound of Fleetwood Mac from the late 70s and early 80s. I don’t even know the names of the members of Little Big Town but one of the females sounds a great deal like Stevie Knicks – I mean remarkably, but with less vibrato to her voice. This band is going to open up for an upcoming George Strait concert, and I’m looking forward to seeing them. I want to be able to say “I saw them when” – in the time before they were big, in the time before everyone else has gotten on the bandwagon, in the time when they’re the opening act, and not the headliners. Reminds me of seeing Garth Brooks and Brooks and Dunn at Camden Park years ago, before they were on Legends or headlining tours of their own.
I love the excitement that a musical journal topic gets started in my students. Music is such an inspiring art form. Most people mark their lives by the music they’re listening to at that time. Sometimes, the music that is in the background helps to imprint a scene in a person’s memory, and anytime after that the song is heard then the person goes right back to that moment. An example of this for me is the song I can Only Imagine by Mercy Me. I had never heard that song before the morning my grandmother died. We lost her very unexpectedly in the middle of the night, and we left the hospital around 10 a.m. or so that morning, on our way to do the business that must be done after death, and I heard the song come on WVOW radio – the Hymn and Gospel Hour. I had to pull my truck over and cry as I listened to those words, and knew that my grandmother was at that very moment going into the presence of her eternal creator for the very first time. Now, whenever I hear that song, I am immediately taken to that October morning. I think about the quality of the morning sun through the leaves, the temperature of the heat through my windshield, and how West Logan looked as I sat in the parking lot of Pond Funeral home crying with all the desperation of my soul, because of a beautiful piece of music.
