With autumn closin' in...
Something crazy happens to me when I listen to Bob Seger’s “Night Moves.”
Ever notice those songs that can totally shape the environment around you? For example, if you are walking anywhere with “The Only Living Boy in New York” by Simon and Garfunkel coming through your headphones, the world is suddenly so wistful, and you feel particularly pensive (this might be directly related to Zach Braff, somehow).
But with “Night Moves” - nine times out of ten, I am in a car. It’s a car song (also see: a good portion of the Springsteen catalog). I have nothing against Bob Seger, but my iTunes merely suggests on odd smattering of greatest hits, if that. He never quite makes the cut onto the MP3 mixes I assemble for driving. No, the only time I have the opportunity to hear “Night Moves” is on random radio rotation, like when I’m en route to work after having my wisdom teeth sutures removed.
Something happens around 3:30, just after Bob has taken us to the bridge. He breaks it down for us… Strange how the night moves…with autumn closin' in…[this is where you turn it up, turn it up real loud]…the acoustic guitar comes back in…yeaaaah…and luckily I’m at a stop light on Fall Creek Parkway because I’m closing my eyes and nodding and I’m feeling the crisp breeze as the drums come rollicking back in and then, with a fist pump out the window…
“NIGHT MOVES!”
You have to sing it. Have to. It’s like praying.
The light turns green.
You’re gonna be okay.
Ever notice those songs that can totally shape the environment around you? For example, if you are walking anywhere with “The Only Living Boy in New York” by Simon and Garfunkel coming through your headphones, the world is suddenly so wistful, and you feel particularly pensive (this might be directly related to Zach Braff, somehow).
But with “Night Moves” - nine times out of ten, I am in a car. It’s a car song (also see: a good portion of the Springsteen catalog). I have nothing against Bob Seger, but my iTunes merely suggests on odd smattering of greatest hits, if that. He never quite makes the cut onto the MP3 mixes I assemble for driving. No, the only time I have the opportunity to hear “Night Moves” is on random radio rotation, like when I’m en route to work after having my wisdom teeth sutures removed.
Something happens around 3:30, just after Bob has taken us to the bridge. He breaks it down for us… Strange how the night moves…with autumn closin' in…[this is where you turn it up, turn it up real loud]…the acoustic guitar comes back in…yeaaaah…and luckily I’m at a stop light on Fall Creek Parkway because I’m closing my eyes and nodding and I’m feeling the crisp breeze as the drums come rollicking back in and then, with a fist pump out the window…
“NIGHT MOVES!”
You have to sing it. Have to. It’s like praying.
The light turns green.
You’re gonna be okay.