I’m going to see Wilco next week. I haven’t listened to them in years, so I dug out some old albums. It’s amazing how much a song can spark my memory.
A long time ago in a land far, far away, there was a guy who sent me the lyrics to Pick Up The Change because they always made him think about me. Hearing it caused so many memories to flood me. Snippets of conversations and the hours we spent laughing on the phone until 3am. It was the kind of silly things that are fun to remember.
These days, he probably grumbles something along the lines of “That stupid bi…” when he hears the song. He deserves that because I was young, silly, and careless with his heart. When I hear it, it reminds me of the good things. If he (he being the dude that closely resembled the green Power Ranger, drew me pictures of Calvin to cheer me up, and laughed at my doornail joke) ever happened to read this, I would be happy for him to know that I have the happiest memories of him and still remember how special this song was between us.
“We used to have a lot of things in common
But you know now we’re just the same
You always had more than I really wanted…”