The synthesized organ begins and my hairs stand on end. I’m immediately taken back to the Transcontinental Hotel* in my 20s as Paul Simon starts telling me about a man walking down the street. I have to stop what I’m doing and listen. I know the words by heart but never tire of them.
This is my song.
The song builds up, the rich harmonies wash over me and sooth my soul. I breathe them in, waiting for the bass solo which I always have to air guitar in my head, if not physically. I start to get sad as I know the song is coming to an end, and as the repetitiveness of the chorus begins, I am brought back to the task I had abandoned to absorb myself in those nights out with friends at The Trans, listening to my favourite cover band play my favourite song.
It’s back to reality. At least for now…
*The Trans did not look like this when we used to go 🙂