Love At First Heard
The most widely celebrated form of love is "love at first sight." By definition unpursuable, it stuns and bewitches us like prey before a predator. Most people have felt it and most would like to believe in it; many are rightly skeptical.
The most constant and faithful love of my life is music. I have loved music in many of the same ways I have loved people. Some I've grown to love, some I've to learned to love and sometimes I have been plunged into bliss in a timeless moment.
My first deep love was the result of a confluence of dawning adolescence and a pop song that pried my heart open: The Shirelles "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" Some ineffable chemistry of the lush vocals and soaring strings coupled with yearning lyrics melted me in the back seat of my parents' car as we crossed the bridge from Willamansett to Holyoke. With my earplug intimate in my left ear I pushed my transistor radio to the window to clear the reception and felt for the first time that I knew what all the fuss was about. My heart sailed on the melody and ached with the lyrics.
"Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one.
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?"