For years I have told people that all I really wanted as a musician—as a songwriter—is to be walking down the street somewhere, in a city where I’ve never been, where I know nobody, and to hear somebody I’ve never met (in person, on a message board, on Facebook, or otherwise) singing one of my songs.
Well...
I received a note on Facebook the other day from somebody that I had never met. With whom I have no mutual friends—virtual or otherwise. And who is from a different part of the world (or at least of the country).
In this note they related to me that they saw a CD copy of Chicken on a Bicycle at a local record fair. The cover art attracted their attention, so they picked it up.
They told me that they put it on and fell in love with it. And that it became "the soundtrack to their college and early adult years." That they listened to it constantly. And that they were "a huge fan" of mine.
A total stranger.
I connected.
My music—a piece of me, became a part of their life—a piece of them.
And they sought me out specifically to tell me so.
It's all I ever wanted since I started making music.
And yeah, I would like to make that connection with more people. And maybe I have. But at least I know for sure that I did with at least one. Total. Stranger.
