My clothing choices often offer some not-so-subtle clues about what’s going on in my subconscious. If I interpret my Tie o’ the Day and Shirt o’ the Day choices here, I believe the message is this: I’m in the mood for BBQ. I swear, I wasn’t even thinking about food when I picked out my wardrobe and got gussied up first thing this morning, and then I looked in the mirror, and all I saw was BBQ written all over my attire. Right away, I headed to the grocery store.
When I grocery shop, I usually play music from my phone through my hearings aids. Today, I was in the mood to listen to either something new or something I haven’t recently heard. Yes, I have large playlists for both of those options. I selected my like-it-but-haven’t-listened-to-it-in-a-while playlist. Pushing my shopping cart up and down the store aisles, I might have been physically at Dick’s Market, but as soon as the music began, I was also in Johnny Cash heaven: I was listening to Johnny Cash [Live] AT FOLSOM PRISON. If you know the album, you already love it. If you don’t know the album, I suggest you become acquainted with its brilliance—if only for purposes of cultural knowledge and Jeopardy! categories. At the Dick’s this morning, I bought ordinary, non-thrilling things like grapes and Fresca and light bulbs, but I had a rowdy, unforgettable grocery shopping experience by listening to the Man in Black and his band take over a California state prison with his music, in the winter of 1968. In my head, Johnny and I had Dick’s Market rockin’ the prison bars down as if we were in Jericho. Yup, that’s the kind of place superb music can take you. To visit there, no ticket or passport is required. I go there as often as I can, and I recommend you visit there, too. Just push PLAY. 🎧 🛒 🎸