Dear Humans,

Sometimes when I’m driving home and the song I’m listening to isn’t quite over, I drive around the block real slow so I can catch that final verse and chorus.

It’s never with a new or unfamiliar song. It’s usually an old John Prine song that I’ve heard a million times and could recite from memory backwards.

Because there’s something about the known. And though the recording doesn’t change, our ears do. And the cars we drive do. And the homes we park them at do. And the people riding in the car with us (or no longer riding with us) most definitely do. 

And with all that change surrounding us, it’s good to hear that same old chorus one more time.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt