i have this memory. i'm in the back seat of my mom's car. the seats are leather. it's night time. i have no idea where we are coming from- but it doesn't matter. because this happened more than once. i am half asleep, and we're listening to 101.1 (cbsfm) on the radio. it doesn't matter what song is on, because they are all amazing.
i love oldies music. love it. i find it amazingly comforting, because it was such a presence in my life growing up. always in the car. the main dj i remember from cbsfm was 'cousin brucey'. at one point i thought we were actually related to him- because he called himself cousin. but as it turns out, we are not related.

i learned to love elvis in the back of my mom's car. franky valli. the temptations. smokey robinson (oooo smokey robinson). so many others i can't even count. i go to this music when i need a pick me up. i listen when i'm feeling good and feel like bopping around. i can basically listen to it all the time.

this probably led to my theory that everyone should go to graceland- as an 'american mecca' as i used to refer to it. well, the paul simon song 'graceland' might have also had something to do with it also. but yeah. that's a whole other story.

sooo i don't really know what my point was here. i just have been thinking a lot- about being in the back of my mom's car. that feeling of being so tired you just ache. and also feeling safe and warm, and able to fall back asleep in the back, knowing that when i wake up we'd be home and i could get into bed. i think it means i'm tired. i haven't been getting enough sleep.

so i'm gonna go work on that.