Love is a Mix Tape

"Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten." This is from a book I read years ago called "Love is a Mix Tape" by Rob Sheffield. It’s a love letter to music and his wife, who passes away unexpectedly too early too soon. It’s one of the first accounts I’d read of music playing as integral apart in shaping ones world as family, geography, food, rituals or air. Rob and his wife learned the landscapes of their love through and to music. It wasn’t just something in the background, it colored the interior walls of their hearts. They had grand, passionate debates about musicians - who was better, more influential, important - and they played it in their cars, their bars and their homes to punctuate life happening in the mundane and the profound.

This kind of story was so essential for me to hear at that time, when I was struggling with my own disappointment in love. I needed to know my own interior life was a map I dLoid not need to reinvent or rewrite to make anyone else feel comfortable. And my own grand, big, orchestral love for words and music was shared by at least two people ;).

Happy Sunday, loves.