The dashboard CD was awesome...
countless people, just like me, bellowing with Chris - searching for some phrase, some word that pinpointed the emotions that we all struggle with...for the first time... We all picture something different... first kisses, last kisses, broken hearts, or heck, love that works... that's what makes it perfect. but, we all sing together - anthems of our years that define who we are, the days we'll NEVER forget, even if we tried hard to. I had it playing in my room, and sadly i haven't listened to dashboard in awhile - well, i haven't done a lot of things in a while. But, it was different this time. Dashboard resurfaces - that's what music does, it tags a memory in your brain...for quick renewal. I noticed Clayton felt the same way as I noticed him spacing into the corner of my room... we're different people now- and I didn't even realize I changed. I automatically think of summer nights crammed in the front seat of a car singing with Kate hitting awesome harmony... all of us hurting in some way. I remember a kiss that sealed a legacy that controled my life - but "I knew that he meant it." I remember my rides home alone, when me and Chris shouted our hurts - and I remember feeling alone. I remember the concert, and it still remains the most amazing event I've encountered....it just is.
So, some people call him a "baby" a "winer." Well, for me, dashboard represents what I was, and in ways, helped become what I am. Our teenage years are saturated with countless emotions that are new...and experiences that steal our inncocence... dashboard is our anthem. It's our broken hearts and tears and our awkwared silences - no matter where their origin... it's our story.
So, as our lives fall together, and our glue settles between our puzzle pieces. . .
we have something to remember those times when we weren't so sure..................................... of anything.
countless people, just like me, bellowing with Chris - searching for some phrase, some word that pinpointed the emotions that we all struggle with...for the first time... We all picture something different... first kisses, last kisses, broken hearts, or heck, love that works... that's what makes it perfect. but, we all sing together - anthems of our years that define who we are, the days we'll NEVER forget, even if we tried hard to. I had it playing in my room, and sadly i haven't listened to dashboard in awhile - well, i haven't done a lot of things in a while. But, it was different this time. Dashboard resurfaces - that's what music does, it tags a memory in your brain...for quick renewal. I noticed Clayton felt the same way as I noticed him spacing into the corner of my room... we're different people now- and I didn't even realize I changed. I automatically think of summer nights crammed in the front seat of a car singing with Kate hitting awesome harmony... all of us hurting in some way. I remember a kiss that sealed a legacy that controled my life - but "I knew that he meant it." I remember my rides home alone, when me and Chris shouted our hurts - and I remember feeling alone. I remember the concert, and it still remains the most amazing event I've encountered....it just is.
So, some people call him a "baby" a "winer." Well, for me, dashboard represents what I was, and in ways, helped become what I am. Our teenage years are saturated with countless emotions that are new...and experiences that steal our inncocence... dashboard is our anthem. It's our broken hearts and tears and our awkwared silences - no matter where their origin... it's our story.
So, as our lives fall together, and our glue settles between our puzzle pieces. . .
we have something to remember those times when we weren't so sure..................................... of anything.
