I’ve been listening to a James Bonamy CD for the last hour while cooking dinner. I’m not normally a country music kind of gal, but I have a soft spot in my heart for this album.
When I listen to it, I’m back in Oklahoma on the turnpike between Tulsa and Stillwater. It’s 1996 again and Craig has just proposed *sigh*. On that 90 mile trek between home and OSU, I would flip the radio station frequently just out of boredom. The game was that I had to listen to whatever came on for 90 seconds before I could switch, unless, of course, I liked what was playing in which case I’d keep listening.
One night I heard a clip of I Don’t Think I Will on one of the stations. The song was at the end, so, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t hear the whole thing. I spent a good 5 or so car trips between school and home scanning country music stations trying to find that song again. It finally came on as I was entering Stillwater and I actually heard the artist. One of the best impulse buys I’ve ever done was to drive straight to Hasting’s Books/Music/Movie store and snap it up.
I don’t pull this CD out very often, but when I do, I suddenly feel like I’m 22 all over again. That’s a pretty nice feeling.