Like a freshman offering a mixtape. And that's what I did.
When we first started dating, we just fell together very easily. He was quite talkative. It's just in his blood. And if you get me on the subject of music, I can gnaw your ear off. He let me talk a lot about music, I guess. He told me just the other day how my knowledge of music had been a big turn-on for him when we first started dating.
Near the beginning he mentioned that he had recently heard "Cry Me a River" by Julie London in a scene from a movie he had recently seen. I knew that I had to find it. On a business trip to Los Angeles, I found an old compilation disc with the song. This was the start of the mix tape, and then it just got sweet and wacky:
- "Cry Me a River" Julie London
- "I Will Take Care of You" Dixie Chicks
- "Not Saying Goodbye" Edie Brickell
- "The Times You've Come" Jackson Browne
- "A Break in the Clouds" The Jayhawks
- "Baby's Coming Back" Jellyfish
- "It's the Nighttime" Josh Rouse
- "Rose Garden" k.d. lang
- "You Turn Me On" LaBelle
- "Willin'" Little Feat
- "It Don't Matter to the Sun" Rosie Thomas
- "Answering Bell" Ryan Adams
- "It's in Your Eyes" Sloan
- "Try Me Again" Trisha Yearwood
- "How Long" Ace
- "La Grange" Z.Z Top
- "Sister Golden Hair" America
- "La 2eme Chance" Autour de Lucie
- "Up on Cripple Creek" The Band
He loved it.
It worked like a charm (So you might wanna give the mix a try...)
Today something bad was happening to him. He was hurt. He left the office midday to head home and be alone. I talked with him briefly on the phone, and he sounded terrible. When I got home this evening, he shared with me the news of trouble back home for a friend. I listened ... just listened.
Afterwards, we headed to the office. He was positioned at his desk on one wall; me at my desk facing the other wall. I began to write this post, listening to the mix that I had given him. I had already formed the essay all out in my mind.
Shortly into the slow easy waltz of "I'll Take Care of You" by the Dixie Chicks, I turned around in my chair. "Stand Up." I told him.
I walked over to him and held him while the song played.
When we pulled from the embrace, he said: "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."I snared him with music. By charming him with love songs and showing him a little about myself in the not-so-love songs.
I held his face in my hands and whispered: "i know..."