Do you ever have the experience of hearing a song many, many times, but suddenly, it jogs a memory?
We play Lyle Lovett's "Here I Am" on a semi-frequent basis. And have, for many, many years.
But I heard it yesterday, and for whatever reason it shook loose a little sketch of a memory from a good 15 years ago.
My roommate Mandy had a computer.
Why is this significant? This was the first time I'd ever lived with someone who actually owned a computer.
I know, I know. It seems unfathomable now, to live in a house without computer-access.
But in the mid-to-late 90s, it was pretty unusual for a 20-something like myself and my roommates, to actually own a computer.
But Mandy had one. And she was even savvy enough to create her own sounds.
She'd edited pieces of "Here I Am" so they played at key moments---when you might normally hear a beep or ding.
When you logged on, you'd hear Lyle's "Hello?"
And if you Escaped out of something, it would say, "That wouldn't make you a shallow person, would it?"
If you tried to log out, Lyle would say, "Please, if it's not too late . . ."
Funny that this memory would suddenly dislodge here in 2013.
That's my brain. As reliable as a computer from 1997.
Hear the song on Youtube.
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