So today as I climbed and climbed again the old wooden stairs near my house that lead to the overpass that leads to the parking lot that leads to 100 yards of grainy golden sand that leads to a usually turbulent pacific where I finally find a wee bit of zen, I realized I need a new mix. I've done those stairs a thousand times, and my thighs have been in many iterations of lean strength and rolling thunder on that climb. It's hot, it hurts, and I usually see dolphins.
The music mix of my sweat sessions was composed a couple years back - a few new tunes here and there - but while I've updated my iPad, my iPod, and my Android I still have not updated my shuffle. The songs that play on my shuffle were compiled and gifted by someone who took care of me when the one who should have didn't. They reflect more to me than they ever did to him because I fell in a Florence Nightingale kind of way, and he just gave me a flash drive. I think in some unintentional way I was hanging on to the soundtrack of our friendship because it felt like home, but it too has become retro. I don't need those tunes anymore.
It reminded me of my first mixed tape, from the youngest love of my life. A musician ached in his soul but the creative pyre was far too dangerous to sustain. I was inspired and terrified and today I look back and know we would have meant combustion, but Janis Joplin and Bob Marley were never simple. I still have that tape - It's starts with Free Fallin, but I actually have nothing to play it on. A trip down memory lane, I read the insert on the cassette case.
So I ask you all, my friendly friends - what music inspires you? What songs make you run, sweat, spin that extra mile? When you aren't sure you can climb another step, who's voice do you hear? When your heart feels like it's being squeezed dry, like a sponge, who fills it again? Where do you find your inner powerhouse, or better yet - your inner Lala? Send me song tips, hell - send me songs. I want to know what I should be climbing to!
For now, I'll tuck in to the soundtrack of my memories and curl up listening to Free Fallin, Naked with Chanel No: 5.