
Many moons ago, I went outside to move my blue Plymouth Reliant out of the driveway. It was very early in the morning (3:30 AM or so). When I turned the ignition, my ears were greeted with the lovely voice of Hope Sandoval. As she was singing the verses of "Fade Into You," I closed my eyes and began to sigh. Maybe you had told me about your love for the song earlier, but a picture of you became framed in my thoughts. I felt compelled to take a ride to your place at Lynnbrook Landing. You probably weren't awake, but I would've been happy just staring at your green "Prelude." Alas, I simply pulled my vehicle along the street at Sandoval's final intone. I wish I'd been able to tell you about this experience when it happened. I wish I'd tucked you in your bed. I wish I'd talked to you more about dead fish in the lake. I wish I'd wrapped you in my arms. I wish I'd faded into you. Dark, mysterious and beautiful: These are qualities shared by the song and the woman it reminds me of the most. One more regret: When you last saw me on "Christina Day" (April 1, 2010), I should've popped in the appropriate CD and asked you for a slow dance to the wonderful composition. I'll save one for you next time, Christina. Always.
To continue with the Songstory event, check out Angie's post at Rock-N-Roll Hoochie Koo:
http://rock-n-rollhoochiekoo.blogspot.com/2012/03/songstory-oblivians-live-life.html
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