Music…. it fills me with many different emotions. I have had to leave Hobby Lobby because certain Christian songs came on and had me in tears as they spoke to me. I can be listening to Sirius Radio and a Bread song comes on…it makes me smile most of the time. It brings back memories of Lauren stealing…uhhhm taking…my Bread CD. How many of you know that group? Believe me when I went in the stores looking for Bread’s Greatest Hits CD none, yep none, of the young workers had heard of them…lol. Lauren liked music from her Dad and mine younger days as well as her “time”. From us she liked Steely Dan, one of those CD’s went missing too, America, James Taylor, The Doobie Brothers, ABBA and Tom Petty are a quick few that come to mind. From her time I can’t hear “Drops of Jupiter” without singing parts of the song and wonder what she is doing in Heaven….is she seeing the same moon, stars and milky way as us?
“Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find”
The song “Snake Farm” makes me laugh. The first I heard of it was in New Braunfels. In the summers we went camping on the Guadalupe River and we passed the Snake Farm there. She started singing part of the song...”Snake farm it just sounds nasty, snake farm it just sounds meeeann”… and we all started laughing. On that trip and from then on she would just starting saying the line out of the blue and make us all laugh… good memories. Now her Dad will say it out of the blue and we smile and laugh.
She liked to hear “live music” as well. She came to see us in Fredericksburg, while we staying in our RV, about 5 months before she passed. The weather was great and we went to Luckenbach to hear the McKay Brothers, who had played for our 25th Anniversary Party in 2008. It was a special, memorable day all round. And the first time we went back after she had passed, we wrote “RIP Lauren Alston 3-7-10” with a black Sharpie pen on the wooden picnic table where we had all sat, with tears in our eyes.